Siren and Wolf
My father was out of the house that night, he was off fighting as the chief warlord.
The burning smelled of gasoline, wood, and plastic. A salad of smells that would haunt my memories if ever all three smells are all present. Shortly after the siren battle my father, Chieftain Botah, lead an army to the shores of the ocean. The fool was overconfident that he could defeat the enemy in the water. But they had the advantage of being sea creatures themselves. They swan under the boats and drowned hundreds of werewolves without even trying.