Roan stirred when the vibrations hit the stables he currently hid in. Groggily his body leaned back on his hind legs and stretched out his forearms, gingerly letting the fresh burn fill the nerves in his action. He let a subtle, soft growl rumble through his throat as his muzzle let out a yawn, furling back his black lips and revealed several red stained fangs.  Slowly he rose to his feet making the strained hay loft floor boards creak from his movements while he padded int the open. His ears flirted to the sounds of buzzing flies, his eyes picking out their feast, the pig  and a mare, carcasses now buried half way in the stained hay. He paid little mind to their remains having his fill from them already. His dark tongue licked the white teeth quickly then coiled his body, leapt downwards. 

Roan's pads absorbed the impact the moment he landed causing him to shake slightly. His fur ruffled and shook the straw from his figure, letting the pieces wisp onto the stone floor. Dampening his nose to increase his smell, the wolf could inhale the numerous smells within his area causing him to perk up. Since he had slept the canines around town had settled down greatly but that was about to change. Wasting little time, Roan stood at the sizable hole gnawed in the  stable side. His claws dig and picked a bit more, widening it some, before he pushed back through  again. The rough, splintered edges combed his fur as he slid through finally giving the hole a sound whack with his tail on exiting.  In a short time someone would've found his meals and likely discarded them, but for now he intended to run off to explore. 

In moments his legs and arms were darting across the hard back streets, his muscles moving quickly in a flat out run. His fur enjoyed the sensation of the air brushing past it while his eyes and ears noted the sounds of marching soldiers. Their figures had started to fill the main streets causing his path to rise another level. His feet kicked off a few barrels, rushing up them like stairs, and jumped to the nearest roof edge. He barely missed the small guard group emerging about the corner when he vanished to the roof tops again. 

Panting slightly, his nosed flared with a familiar scent. He paused, inhaling deeper, savoring the smell filling his brain as it came back feminine and similar to him. A few more slow sniffs happened until his body started to jog into the direction.  Gingerly he climbed from one roof top to another, his claws and legs aiding his path flawlessly in the ever shifting plate forms just when he scaled the Klaw mountains long ago. Roan slowly filtered out the various scents for the one he wanted. One in particular drew anger and a sick sensation in his gut, its location was strongest in the direction of the arena. It smell of  rot and festering wounds, death, causing him to give a brief disgusted snort.  His mind made the distinct choice to avoid it, his muscles jerking to another direction.   

[color=SteelBlue][i]Here... over here... here![/i][/color]

The scent cried out to him and suddenly he came to a trot then a stop, his head had rotating around to seek out the source. His tail shifted in a half heart wag, unsure to be happy or  readying to high tail it away, when he drew near his current perch's edge. His instinct begged him to be careful, his ears perked and rotated as his claws clicked on the stone, leaning over to glimpse who the scent belonged to.  Roan's head cocked slightly in a curious manner while he eyeing the figure. Feeling his fear ebb some, he began to venture downward and landed softly on the street's path just behind her. His eyes flickered with longing a moment then started to approach cautiously.  It was hard to ignore the sensation of eyes pricking along his exposed back and flanks, his skin on edge when he made soft whimpering sounds. His ears flatted against his skull and tail lowered, giving a meeker appearance then usual. Or at least attempting to while he approached the woman.