Krasny strode up to the car and Glen immediately tensed upon smelling and seeing how angry the red-haired alpha was. He watched the werewolf walk to the open bag on top of the car's trunk and grab a towel with far more vigor than needed. He carefully wiped his hands, closed the bag, and put it in the trunk before heading to the driver's side. The red-haired dominant looked at Glen from the other side of the car.
"I can't come with you to the next location. I have to go to Green Lake."
"No, you can't Krasny! We've got alerts almost all day! You can't postpone!"
"Why?" The alpha rushed into the car and started the engine and turned his head towards the long black-haired werewolf. "As you said, the alerts don't stop. Might as well take a break because anyway, others will come and pill up."
