[center][h1]Willard[/h1][/center]

Willard would be a liar if he said this was the first time someone pulled a knife on to his throat, but you can imagine his surprise when it happened in such a nice town. Fortunately she brought the weapon down and offered an apology. A younger him would have probably taken offense and promptly lashed out, but age brings patience and despite this outrageous reaction to a man sitting down he should take this at more than just face value.

"Eheem- I didn't know your beauty sleep was that important to you." He offered a small laugh to help lighten the mood. "But I think it's rather rude to pull a knife on someone you just met." Typical, normal everyday humans didn't act this way, then it hit him. That predatory gaze, jumpy nature, all of which tell tale signs of a wolf intruding on another's land. They were on the same boat, 

"Now that all that unpleasantness is behind us, mind you telling who you are? Judging from your reaction you know exactly what I am, and I'd love to know how we go about this faux pas."

He gave her a cold, hard gaze, waiting for her response. He hadn't think he'd actually have to revert to his old self, frankly he liked playing the part of feeble middle-aged man, but this recent interaction might call for a bit more callousness. Willard was no fool and he hadn't forgotten his years of killing; he made peace, sure, but he never forgot. This woman was dangerous, to the town as a whole, and he'd be damned to sit by and do nothing.

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