BloodiedClaws walked, shirtless wearing the same jeans and Punisher belt buckle he had been wearing since his arrival in town. He still carries the large duffel bag with his belongings.
He looks around East Lawn Memorial Cemetery, taking a drag off of his cigarette. He had chosen this place for many reasons, but mainly for his fascination with Death, and the studying of the afterlife. It also symbolised the recent loss of a werewolf, one he himself had killed while in the throes of kuruth. He felt shame for it, and knew he was wrong for it, but he kept telling himself that it wasn't his fault, though he knew it was because of a lapse of personal harmony...
He waited on Ralph to arrive, this place was open territory, maybe luck would strike them and they would have other packless wolves smell them out and come to join them. If all went well, they would have a pack soon...