Earth

Laavi had walked carelessly for a while and was in deep thought when the back of his mind noticed a couple or more humans nearby. The daze in front of his eyes were disrupted by one of them, a man apparently, who came suddenly asking of his condition. The hairy blonde took a long while before answering with his hands in pockets and relaxed body. He saw the man flinch at a new attained knowledge, and as the man decided to ignore whatever made his heart beat, Laavi's voice spoke deep and skeptic; "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" his mouth curled in a little smile behind his smooth beard and his eyes moved curiously around the shape of the man.

Knowing that nearly 3 quarters of the town's population would be made up of werewolves, she proceeds with caution. After getting closer, there is a girl around her age and, wait a second... Isn't that the hunter from last night? Squinting, she confirms that it is. Unfortunately, he might think she is a werewolf now from the splinters on her hands from the branches on the trees. She slowly approaches the two now also seeing two other men ahead of them: one asking the other one something. She stops and turns the corner into an alleyway for no reason hoping nobody saw her.

"You swayed a little just now. Can't ignore something like that." Arawn gave the man a crooked grin. "It's ingrained at this point to help others. But you're sure you're okay?" He had an inkling why this man faltered as he did, it wasn't very often a werewolf showed any weakness intentionally. The man was either hungry or intoxicated. From the way the man didn't smell, Arawn had to assume the former. Silently he prayed he wouldn't be the man's next meal. Although he secretly believed not all werewolves wanted to kill every human on earth, he was no dreamer and knew many would if given the chance.

As the man spoke, Laavi swallowed and could almost feel the blood run down his throat as it soared in the man's soft flesh right in front of him. The bubbly releasing sensation, it was so fragile, and his mind twirled. It didn't help that the small pieces of dried meat he'd eaten earlier worked more as a tease rather than satisfaction. Praying on animals had been scarce too, for several reasons. Holding him back from the man though, was a rather horrid memory associated with hunger; when arriving this land, Laavi had almost died of it and vomited the first time preying on a human all those years ago. The young werewolf had never gotten used to the flesh of homo sapiens; for him the man was like a delicious cake one would expect tasting like sugar and cream, but experience foretold the disappointment of salt and bitterness. He also didn't like the smell of this one, so what the long haired Norwegian did was to draw his gaze away and step aside to walk further from town. "I'm fine, thanks. Have a good day," he replied dryly with an awkward grin and a playing nod of his head as he smoothed his way to the side with hands in pockets.

She sighed as he left, looking down and up the road. she frowned as she started thinking of her family again. feeling tears start to come she pushed their memory's away, not wanting to show weaknesses when someone could trick her. she trusted these people oddly, they were hunters and she was only a assassin or traveler, no one was really alive that sought her out just to assassinate someone. she noticed someone slipping into a alley way out of the corner of her eye. she was not sure is should tell the second in command about the person, she said to the second in command "i saw someone go into an alleyway back there", she pointed to the alleyway.

He nodded. If the man says he's fine, he probably is. As the man started walking away, Arawn called quietly, "Be careful. Don't do anything stupid." He gave the man a final grin before turning and walking away. Those two sentences tended to be Arawn's farewell to anyone he knows. A hint of seriousness for the first sentence and a way to be more light hearted for the latter. However this time the last part held a sort of warning in it. He got the feeling the man was a little different than most werewolves, hell he could have mauled Arawn at any point but didn't. So he gave a warning to the strange wolf. If he gave heed to it, excellent. If not, well Arawn's hunters would probably meet up with the wolf soon and Arawn would have to fix the broken.
He continued on his way to scout out the town more. His head actually bobbing back and forth as if to a tune in his head. In reality, he was listening to the world around him. He'd learned over the years how to compensate for his deaf ear. So far very few realized he was partially deaf and if people thought he was crazy for having tunes in his head, well he was more than happy to let them think that.

Laavi lifted his hand sloppily in farewell and slapped it to his side when turning to leave. He hoped to sniff out a big animal today or the coming night so he could focus more on the music and his friends in the city. He thought about the weird feeling of something in the air and smiled wryly at the thought of it. He liked surprises, it meant action and adventure, though he hoped he got to eat first.