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Near the western edge of the Alleys, where the buildings and homes are in more dilapidated conditions, a three-story factory stands abandoned. All the windows are reinforced by steel bars, allowing creatures no larger than the average house cat to pass through. A single, heavy-steal door and a large hole in the western side of the building are the only two ways for larger creatures to enter the factory.
The first floor is cluttered with old tin boxes, pipes, tools, and miscellaneous debris. Heavy rainfall can lead to flooding on this level. The second story has several open walkways that offer a direct view of the first floor. Many rooms can be found as well, with several mattresses scattered about from previous human residence that had no other place to call home. The third floor is much the same as the second, except it has no walkways, and it has more rooms. It also leads to the flat rooftop.

This area is owned by the Shadow Lurkers Pack.

Confrontations

Shetani growled as his attack missed and the bastard half-breed jumped over him to his other side. He stopped and jumped away for room to attack again. His ears twitched as the brute spoke and called him his forbidden word again. The brute then howled and Shetani knew he was in trouble. Of course, he knew he was in trouble when the old canine of the group ordered them to attack. His eyes scanned the situation. There were five wolves, and two pups. 3 of the wolves looked like they would fight and he looked across the bodies of the brute, the femme he had fought earlier and the femme that was with the other one. Either way, even if he thought of as many stragedies as he could, it would not end well. He then cursed to himself as another wolf came into the seen, a jet-black female coywolf, judging by her scent and the smell of estrogen in the air form her. She demanded him to tell her why he was here and bared her teeth at him.
He backed away from the wolves, his tail lashing. He had to think of something, and the last thing, which was the most logical, he would do was submit to the bastards. He scanned over the bodies, his muscles tense and waited for their attack.

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