the town on the outskirts of Wel'Chi's territory, Solomon, had felt different as of late. More so than what was usually expected of any settlement really. Towns expanded as the population demanded in this new world, and it was all the elder could do but try his best to adapt to the frequent changes. The death of the towns lawman had invited a feeling of lawlessness, people going around doing as they pleased with no resistance and he could only hope order would be restored soon before it became necessary for him to intervene. 

With all the uneasiness the spirits had been demonstrating the shifter's attentions had been elsewhere lately. Hell, even the wildlife and vegetation had be acting differently as of late. He had been granting Solomon a wide berth, avoiding the town, only drifting trough when his supplies began to dwindle. It just so happened that this morning a drifter had arrived. From the moment Wel'Chi laid eyes on the man he knew something was different about this one and his interest had be peaked as he was tending to his horse. Packing the saddlebags with supplies in preparation for the journey back to his dwelling half a days ride from down.

Naturally the stranger had wandered into the saloon and Wel'Chi had left town before seeing this man again but the shape shifter had no doubts that their paths would cross again soon when the time was right. Just a short distance out of town he heard the gunshot echo and smiled to himself. Maybe change would be coming sooner than anticipated.