Errol Haven's Story

Errol sat up in a tree, in a kneeling position as he watched the truck pull into the compound.
"To the underworld and down with it" he huffed out, irritated that they won't let him in.
Carefully cleaning the glock, he hears shuffling under him. Errol shifted his weight, so his ears and tail are hidden by the leaves of the tree, his eyes turning wolf like. Letting out a growl, he yelled down.
"Identify yourself!"

Errol pulled his hat over his wolf ears, his tail hidden under his shirt. He jumped down, landing on his feet with his hands in his pockets.
"I can say both" he says, putting a hand out.
"I'm Errol Haven, pro Griefer, but sadly, only thing that is a haven is escaping this Earth." He let out a sigh.
"What is your name, young one?" He reached over, tapping her chin up so she can see his face. Errol notices that she looks much younger, but smells like a full fledged women, while Errol had the looks of a 16 year old.
He smirks, 'I've been alive for MUCH longer, she is a child compared to my real age' he thought.