warrens military training kicked in. So she was a hunter judging from the bow and quiver of arrows she carried. This being a small town not many even glanced at her gear as she sat down. She had and interesting scar on her face. He shrugged. It didnt matter so far as she had yet to notice him. That was fine. If he didnt have to confront her, then hed not have to worry about any pack dispute over him passing through. The waiter brought him a fresh coffee as he sat studying the shifter. The man was timid towards him. Most were. His military clothes and many scars on his face and arms threw people off. They never quite knew how to talk to him.<br/><br/>He thanked the waiter and started eating as he kept an eye on all the other patrons. 40 years of military service had ingrained many habits. His cats enhanced senses also helped with those skills. He wasnt paranoid parse, just extremely observant of his surroundings.