Almost as soon as heâ€™d set foot in the saloon, Mohejere regretted it. Bullet! Oh no, oh no. These people really were savages. What kind of civilized creature would fire upon another? Especially in such a crowded area.<br/><br/>What was even more surprising was that no one seemed to mind overly much. Instead, bets started flying fast and thick as soon as the mad men whoâ€™d started the whole thing were out of the way. The bull clenched his bag even tighter, as if it were a shield between him and the crazy happenings here. His nostrils flared and he caught a terrifying scent. Wolf! One of those men was a wolf!<br/><br/>This fact was confirmed when that cowboy lookinâ€™ man with the badge said the word. Wolves were one of those things he had an unreasonable hatred and fear of. Maybeâ€¦ maybe this hadnâ€™t been such a good idea after all, if these people let wolves with guns roam unchecked.<br/><br/>But no, he was still here for a reason, and watched with morbid interest as the wolf and the winged one fought barehanded.