"Show yourself, I know you are there, I don't want a fight, but we are ready for one."I say to the trees, loud and clear. A man steps out from behind a tree some fifteen yards into the woods from our campsite. He is dressed in all white, white pants, and shirt, even his shoes, belt, and long trench coat are all white. He is very pale, with blonde hair, he looks rather ghost like. When he speaks his voice is much deeper than I expected, his tone is level and measured. "I am Arima, this park is my territory, why do you trespass on my land?" He asks, directing all all of his words at me, his eyes never leave my face. "I was not aware of your claim to this land, we visit here a few times a year, Just last summer no one bothered us while we were camping." I answer back. "We claimed these lands a few months ago, now leave before you die." He says Ansel growls at the threat, and I chuckle. "That's funny? You think you can kill four werewolves
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