[He comes out to the open parts outside Bavan quite often these days. It's nice to get away from the smells and sounds of the big city (Seriously, this place is massive, on the scale of New York City and he's not even remotely used to that.), which plague him worse these days since his final changes set in. He ambles out in bear form, thick black coat, covered in tan lines and circles and runes of necromancy, to protect him from the chill and his nose enhanced to pick out anything tasty he might find along the way.
Said nose leads him right to an unconscious hunter, but yeah, he's not going there right now. It isn't that bad, and he can drop by the soup kitchen when it does get to that point. Still, it's curiouser and curiouser, and he follows a trail through the sparse trees and brush to find-
Two more unconscious hunters, a tiny young woman standing over them, and that voice. That voice stops his heart, because is it really her? Is it really Eira, after four months of this place alone?] Eira? Eira, jesus christ!
[And the briefest of pauses between outbursts, because it needs to be said,] If you shank me with that knife, dad is going to kill you.
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Said nose leads him right to an unconscious hunter, but yeah, he's not going there right now. It isn't that bad, and he can drop by the soup kitchen when it does get to that point. Still, it's curiouser and curiouser, and he follows a trail through the sparse trees and brush to find-
Two more unconscious hunters, a tiny young woman standing over them, and that voice. That voice stops his heart, because is it really her? Is it really Eira, after four months of this place alone?] Eira? Eira, jesus christ!
[And the briefest of pauses between outbursts, because it needs to be said,] If you shank me with that knife, dad is going to kill you.