Will reached out for a handshake, shifting his backpack from one shoulder to the other to accommodate the gesture. "Afternoon, Rose." He offered with a friendly bob of his head. "I'm hoping to rent one of those little hunting cabins I read about in the brochure." He gestured toward an old map pinned to a nearby bulletin board where he thought he could make out an arrangement of small buildings near the river. He'd considered simply bringing a tent -he slept better on the ground anyway- but he didn't want people to start thinking that he was some sort of creepy, homeless recluse. Besides, he planned on doing a significant amount of hunting while the weather was good, and he'd need a place where he could properly clean and skin his kills.<br/><br/>There had been an itch growing under his skin for months. It had started off in the irritating, but manageable way most compulsions did, and he'd been able to ignore it by keeping busy. Will fancied himself civilized despite his...condition, but there was no denying as the months passed that a very real and very persistent part of him wanted nothing more than to feel the dizzying thrill that accompanied chasing a terrified animal through the darkened forest, running it to exhaustion and feeling it thrash about in his jaws as hot blood gushed across his tongue. He hadn't been hunting in what...two years? No wonder he'd started growling at stray cats. It was about time to let out all that pent-up aggression and put it to use.<br/><br/>"I can pay you the month in advance, but I'm not sure how long I'll actually be staying." He told Rose, reaching into his pocket and producing a thick, creased envelope. "Money's a little tight right now. I'm hoping to earn some cash trading meat and hides back in town."