A faint howl in a far distance made his skin crawl with unease. It reminded him too much of a past he'd rather forget. However, the wild beast inside him seemed to grow agitated, eager to investigate and prowl along the land. With a deep breath, he tried to placate his inner wolf with the thoughts on finding food and actually not having to hunt for once. Over the years he had been on the run, he had gotten used to waking up to the smell of blood in his mouth, leftover fur clinging between his teeth and the stench of raw fish in his breath. Despite that, he still feared for the head count of any unfortunate humans on his path. For now, the thought of easy meal seemed to entice his inner wolf and gave him a short space of mental peace, allowing him to continue on his on-foot trek.
It's been a while since Gareth had even thought of approaching any place crowded with humans. It was, often times, a magnet for a bloody disaster and he would have to spent a good amount of time just trying to keep himself from caving in to the wild instincts. However, he had a different reason this time. There had been rumors flying about a place called Ivailo's Bar and Grill. It was known for some of the best game meat dishes around the small town of Shelburne, Ontario, and for being a rumored hiding place of secrets. No one rumors specify what these dark secrets were. Some said of the eatery owners being drug dealers, others of them being black magic practitioners. One rumor stood out to his interest. It was said that the Ivailos get their fresh games because they were werewolves and hunt their own meat. Normally, Gareth would simply dismiss this claims and tell the teller that they had been reading too many teen novels. However, being one of the so-called 'wild animal on two legs' himself, he couldn't say much about it.
Arriving at the location at the late point of morning, he noticed some people mingling about, patrons enjoying some meal and workers serving around plates of grilled meat. The scent quickly excited his inner wolf and it started to pester him about eating. Dressed in something close to rags and looking like the homeless man he was, Gareth wondered if he should be anywhere near a civilized establishment, but his hunger won over his fears and doubts. The brunette man carefully entered the place, hoping not to bump into any troubles.