[b]Hank McCoy[/b]
Hank, recently released from the hospital, was walking through the streets in his usual pants and hooded sweatshirt, the hood drawn up to hide his face as he passed people. Though his face was hidden he still wasn't wearing shoes so his blue feet alone drew a few looks. He wondered where Tertia was, she hadn't given him her name and had vanished as soon as he had been admitted to the hospital. He stopped when he saw the strangest sight he had ever seen. In front of his were two werewolves speaking to each other, one even had wings. He cocked his head to the side and approached them, more out of curiosity than anything. He stopped only a few feet away from the pair and scratched at the brace he wore because of his cracked ribs. The thing itched like hell but it helped a lot with the pain and stopped his ribs from getting worse while they healed. "Hello there, aren't you two a curious site," He said and chuckled, "Though, not any stranger than myself I suppose."