"Going to a muggle manor and finding a werewolf would really be something," Cash said lightly; this was the sort of place he imagined werewolves would like, though; the further they got from the center of town the more he could see wide open fields, low-hanging stone fences, and a seeming abundance of empty space.
The wind seemed to be cutting through the collar of his coat, and Cash tugged at it to try to close the gap. "The wind sort of howls already," he added, "They wouldn't have to try very hard if that's something they're going for." The sky was darkening further - still gray, though, as if the sun hung in memory - but Greengrass was right, the moon was big and almost-full and felt spooky, like something out of one of Cash's detective novels.
The wind seemed to be cutting through the collar of his coat, and Cash tugged at it to try to close the gap. "The wind sort of howls already," he added, "They wouldn't have to try very hard if that's something they're going for." The sky was darkening further - still gray, though, as if the sun hung in memory - but Greengrass was right, the moon was big and almost-full and felt spooky, like something out of one of Cash's detective novels.
MJ made this!