They got off in Oakland. They had to walk through some rough neighborhoods, but nobody bothered them. When ever the local gang members came close enough to look in Percy’s eyes, they quickly veered away. He’d perfected his wolf stare over the last few months—a look that said: However bad you think you are, I’m worse. After strangling sea monsters and running over gorgons in a police car, Percy wasn’t scared of gangs. Pretty much nothing in the mortal world scared him anymore.
HAHAHAHAHA I just wanted to use that quote. You show downtown Oakland, you lanky sixteen-year-old. I can't even.
So the things you learn when you spend a few weeks literally being raised by wolves:
- Bitchface
- Upped senses, increased reliance on first instincts, better sense of direction (nothing superhuman)
- Knowing what to pick up if you’re on a survival quest and raid a minimart for supplies…
- Familiarity with wolf gestures/expressions and their meanings