When the howl starts to get painfully loud, you and Vicky get off the bus. It's an industrial area. Or it was. Now it's just another part of the city, old and forgotten. You wind your way through the messy streets, passing battered buildings and rusty factories, zeroing in on the source of the howl.
Then, all at once, you find it.
And by 'it' you mean 'her'.
Next
A woman, short and curvy, is sitting cross legged on the seat of a truly impressive motorbike. Her skin is splattered with a wild assortment of freckles. Her bright orange hair has been cropped short on one side. When she sees you she smiles and throws up two fingers in a peace sign.
"Yo! Hello! Howdy! Aloha! Kon'nichiwa! G'day! May the Force be with you! I come in peace!"
You slow then stop a few meters away. The wolf inside you is restless, unhappy... but nothing about her voice or her posture is threatening... She's even, you notice, inverted her pockets, showing she has nothing to hide. She obviously knows how angry wolves can get when their territory is invaded and is acting accordingly.