This is just something that occurred to me one day. At the time, I was reading a book about werewolves, so it wasn't totally random.


Later, Will sat in his cabin with Horace, drinking coffee.

Then something occurred to Will. He held his oakleaf between his fingers and stared at it for a second.

"Horace...You told Carter I was a werewolf."

"Yes," Horace responded, still rather proud of himself.

Will held up the oakleaf. "Silver."