((Whatever...))
*The wolf immediatly ducked back behind the Panzer, fearing he had been spotted. He sat, and waited for the girl to jump out and gun him down. Nothing... He began to breathe a little easier, then noticed a dim light shining into his eyes. He looked closer, and realized it was the sun reflecting off a sergant's triple bars. An Allied sergant. Dead. The wolf crawled closer, and saw that the sergant's uniform was in perfect condition. Dirty, but nontheless in good shape. Suddenly, a idea popped into his head, and a small smile crept across his face. Then, as quickly as it had come, the smile faded and turned into a twisted grimace. "No." He said to himself. "No..."I can't believe that I, a SS officer who commanded in the first blitzkreig would even consider doing somthing so low." He began to ponder his situation, then with a gruff sigh began to take off his own uniform and donned the late sergant's poorly made one. "Only for mein fuhrer." He muttered.