Sunnydale woods. A place most avoided on nights like this. A night when the bright full moon hovered above the trees. Oz paused for a moment to gaze up at the celestial body feeling his mind drifting away in its brightness. Yes he had broken free from the hold that moon once held over him. Was no longer forced to turn into an beast not even he himself could control. But he could still feel the moons powerful pull. Could feel the slight hum running through his body pushing his senses to their peek, scent and sound painting a better picture of the world around him then sight ever could.
He blinked looking back down from the sky and started walking again, dark jeans and black jacket with its hood pulled over his head helping him meld into the shadows. He was not out here just for moon gazing. He had a job to do. A job he had taken upon himself to do. He was wandering through the woods keeping watch for any werewolves who may wander too close to town. The plan if he should make such an encounter? Well that’s when the tranquilizer gun hanging over his shoulder would come into play. He would tranq his fellow werewolf then take them back to his place. He had several cages set up in his basement where they would be safe until sunrise.
Something else he was keeping watch for. Werewolf hunters. Some hunted werewolves out of spite, some just for sport, and some for profit. Werewolves could fetch a high price on the black market. Anything from their fur to their meat, which some considered a delicacy. The thought of some innocent person who had no idea they were even a werewolf ending up on someone’s plate or as someone’s coat made a brief shiver run down his back. Sure there were some bad ones running about. Some that were probably better off being put down for the sake of others. But there were many who just needed help, just needed someone to get them on the right path, and Oz would help them if he could.
He spotted something that broke this train of thought. A truck parked on the edge of a long abandoned logging road. He scanned the area but didn’t see anyone in the immediate vicinity and moved a bit closer. He mulled over the possibilities. Could be a werewolf who drove out here before the moon took them. He knelt down beside the drivers side fingers brushing lightly over a boot track left in the earth. He got back up and followed those tracks for a moment before kneeling down to study them a bit closer again. They did not change shape and he did not see any tattered clothing on the ground. Both would have been telltale signs of shifting. Could be a hunter then. He stood back up readjusting the strap of the tranq gun on his shoulder and headed in the direction the tracks were going.
It did not take long to catch up to the person in question. He caught a flash of white fabric through the trees and brought the tranq gun off his shoulder. Making sure it was loaded before moving in closer. It seemed like the man was alone and Oz moved just a bit closer emerging from the trees. Oz was about to speak up, make his presence known, when a light fell on him. It was a bit unexpected and he had to bring an arm up to shield his eyes from the light. "What's there.. whose there?" A voice beyond the light asked. “Was going to ask you the same thing. Mind shining that light somewhere else?"