When he was honest to himself, Reg Shoe knew his club was a collection of oddballs. But they were his oddballs, and that was a start. A Fresh Start, even.

The least odd among all of them, however, is Lupine. Lupine isn't odd, or cracked, or especially angry. Lupine isn't even un-dead, properly speaking. Lupine is very much alive, just a magical, shape changing creature that is hard to kill. Lupine is a natural creature, and he just is.

The others are there with an issue, with a fault, with a burning anger because something went wrong with their un-death. The others are there for the company, for the identity, for recognition. Lupine just is there.

If anything is odd about Lupine, then it's his love. Lupine and Ludmilla, moon-crossed lovers that are kept apart by nature. Such a thing isn't very typical for the down-to-earth wereman, so down to earth that he stands on it with foor feet instead of two most of the time.

Now, when you're truly undead, your love life is normally the last thing that concerns you. Too great is the worry that the pertinent parts might come off during or after. No, if you're undead, you need a burning issue to fill you and give your life meaning and impetus.

None of that is true for Lupine. He just is.

Reg Shoe knows that his Fresh Start Club won't have much to give to Lupine in the long run, but he is not above hoping that Lupine will have much to give to it while he is part of it.

And of course, he does.