Not sure. Moon's not up. Can be anything, but not them. Good, too, don't have enough.

[He grabs one of his pockets to give it a bit of a shake. The silver bullets jingle together as he continues on following. Werewolves ain't much fun to deal with; not like the others are a picnic.]

But could be anything. That's why ain't right to be wandering round at night if you're new, ain't from here. A lot can happen. [Can be turned, can be eaten, can be taken to made into a continuous snack. Lots and lots. He wishes that the War Boys had spread out from their territory, but it wasn't like they had the power to take any territory as their own beyond what they had.]

Don't got family to watch out for ya.