Heron Lake Plateau Operation black light.

He wasn't in tip-top shape. In fact he was downright pissed off, more surly than usual. That's what happens when you wake up on the wrong side of the snow pile, half-dead and freezing your ass off in a stale puddle of your blood. He couldn't remember what exactly happened either; he had gone to bed, tucked himself away somewhere that allowed for a glimpse of the stars, and the next thing he'd become aware of was the feeling of teeth in his flesh. The sharp pain of something grabbing at him mercilessly (though not powerful enough to drag him or anything, which was peculiar) and then bam! He was out like a light.

That had been a few days ago. He still smelled like road kill. Beyond that though, there was an alluring perfume to the air which prompted Yutani to give up on his quest to feed his belly; the only thing he ever needed to feel good after a bad hunt, or a shitty fight, was some sex. He took to prowling after that scent - disregarding the growling of his belly in lieu of this much more attractive path.

When a copse of trees exploded with a raised voice, Yutani was curious. He didn't want to get in the middle of a family squabble or some shit, but the fiend was pretty horny already and thought, 'Either someone is doing something damn kinky over there, or I've found myself in the middle of a lover's quarrel.' which, for Yutani, wasn't a bad thing either way. He lurked just out of sight of the wolves but eyed them as he drew closer, spying a single male with two women. That was more than enough to go around.