Keirus had caught a whiff of a familiar scent earlier, and sat silently as he watched the path in which the humans had taken. Eventually they came into view, though he only managed to get a few glimpses between the trees. There were four of them, leaving him to wonder who the stone-like scent belonged to. It had been impossible for him to match their scents up from that distance, and as curious as he was, he decided to keep moving.<br/><br/>Now, he sat at the edge of the treeline, observing a small village before him. Keirus had only ever seen a few small cabins in his lifetime, so the scene was new to him. Other than the architectural feats of the villagers though, things seemed pretty normal. The occasional person could be seen bustling about, living their daily lives. He pushed the thought of food away from his mind as the smell wafted through the air. Hunger pawed at his stomach, but that wasn't why he was here. He was in need of a healer, though he doubted things would go over smoothly if he just waltzed on in as a wolf. Transforming had become an excruciating experience, causing him to nearly lose consciousness last time, so he was determined to avoid it unless absolutely necessary. Until he could confirm that there was, in fact, a healer residing in the village, changing back was out of the question.