For someone who was in a position to keep a low profile considering the fact that he was not entirely human in spite of looking it, it didn't actually appear that the individual had yielded to warnings that would have made a lot of sense to do so.<br/><br/>He wore his hair in a sort of mop-top poof that moved about in whichever position he decided to place his head. As he was walking down the increasingly dark walkway, he allowed his scuffed up boots to strike the concrete with rather heavy footfalls.<br/><br/>Camouflage-print jeans that were held up with a studded belt that in its own right caught the diminishing light rested over the tops of his aforementioned footwear, and a black t-shirt was worn over that. He had an open plaid shirt, which was worn over that, and perhaps notably a collar that featured spikes.<br/><br/>For someone who was or at least should have been trying to avoid attention, it didn't look like he was at all doing so. Rather, it seemed if anything he was drawing it to himself. Then again, he figured that walking around with confidence probably suggested to other people that he had nothing to hide, in spite of the fact that he obviously had something to hide, so that had meant that he had figured that just being himself in spite of what he really was tended to be a good thing to do.<br/><br/>Smirking a bit, he kept walking down until he finally approached a lamppost and threw his hair back a bit. He figured that in a few moments twilight would very well have passed totally into the cover of night, and at that moment he would have seen a characteristic flicker as the streetlamp would have turned itself on.<br/><br/>Apparently he was waiting for someone. She knew who she was; a pack mate who he figured was at this point rather late. It was a place to meet, however that would have prevented anyone from realizing that something was up.<br/><br/>As the sky slowly started to blacken, he did his best to avert his eyes from the moon. He was obsessed with that lunar body, and for good reason of course. It was something that made him...well, sick with the need to throw back his head and let loose a worshipful howl while thick fur embraced his body.<br/><br/>This, though, was not the venue for what he knew very well that he needed badly. It would have to wait until he was ready to place himself in the right position for everything. That was when he was going to be able to let loose and at that point he would -really- show the world just who he was.<br/><br/>At the moment, though, he was honestly starting to get impatient with the fact that the person that he was waiting for hadn't actually taken the extraordinary step of actually getting here.<br/><br/>Oh well, if worse came to worst than he would have turned on his tunes and then he could have potentially drowned out whatever it was that was bothering him until the other individual ultimately arrived.