"Ship...?" He's not in Los Angeles. This is a dream. He starts to snap out of it, blinking and wiping his hand across his eyes. The track marks are gone. Shit, what the hell was that?
"...and of course I don't smell like one. I'm a Garou. Not a human."
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"...and of course I don't smell like one. I'm a Garou. Not a human."