Marrok took advantage of the inn opening later in the morning and slept in. Normally if he was with his pack he would have been up and doing things that need to be done already. His sharp hearing can pick up on the small gathering of children outside Mother Gretel's house. Looks like his time to rest up after the journey here had come to an end. He makes sure to brush his hair out and redo the tie that holds his long black main back before putting on his boots and fixing his sleep ruffled clothes.<br/><br/>One thing that definitely marks him as different from the villagers is that he usually wears leather while they wear cloth. The leather holds heat better, like his own fur usually would. His clothes are decorated by beaded and stitched  geometric designs.<br/><br/>At first he squints when he steps out into the daylight. Just because his shape had changed doesn't mean his senses had. Instantly he is tackled hugged by a few of the young children. They know he always has something interesting to show them and good stories to tell. "Alright, alright, I'm glad to see you too," he tells them after swooping up a three year old girl that had been accompanied by her older sister, who giggles at the attention and lays her head on his shoulder. "Now lets go to the inn and see if I can still do business there."<br/><br/>Still with the girl supported by one hand and his other hand claimed by one of the other children, he makes his way over to the inn. Carefully he knocks on the door, waiting for permission to enter with his mob of followers.