Kenya was still sniffing, trying to get in tune with her surroundings. Usually when she came to the bar she could tell who was a family man by visual clues. For one thing she always looked for a ring, but some men who were on the prowl did not but she could always see the tan line that revealed the truth about him. Though she was good at visual clues, she was not good with scent quite yet. She was still getting used to the senses  of the wolf, though she had been one for a couple of years now. She perked her ears at the whispering going on in the tavern. Since her pack wasn't so stealthy the news of wolves attacking families was all over the place. Yet they didn't know the person doing it was her...yet. She was very careful to not be seen, at least in human form after she killed a family. As she got the scent, she knew he was close to wolves somehow. She guessed he must be a werewolf now. But her pack was well known to other packs as evil. Would he be able to sense that about her? Or would he be able to tell she was different than the others.<br/>"So what brings you to this place? Not often do I see your kind around here."<br/>Her eyes twinkled, showing she knew he was a werewolf. It was true, werewolves didn't come to this bar often. Usually she was the only one here. But she had chose this place for that reason. She didn't want to compete with others, to arose suspicion from the locals. Too many werewolves in one place could spell trouble, and the hunters.