Third Person POV 

A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body-length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length.

He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip-flops on to step outside.

"Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says.

The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing a combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

"Grandpa... it's me!" Blake responds to the old wolf.

"I knew it. I could smell you a mile...