Rather than letting his eyes wander over the carnal scene as he arrived, Hekhem had other plans. He leaped inside and had a look around, going through the house, noting defensive positions and escape routes, taking the place in. He grinned wickedly as he entered the kitchen. A lot of knives, a lot of meat. Some perhaps not fully ethical either. Good, this one was prepared for their arrival. Upstairs he found the bedrooms, quite a lot of them. All very spartan, except for the one he suspected was their host's. Wandering in to a room with a view over the front yard, or whatever you could call the little patch in the middle of the woods, he decided to rub off some musk. It was not much of a room, rather small actually. But it was perfect. Leaping over to the cabinet in the corner he found it filled with clothes of every conceivable size and gender orientation. Must have cost a small fortune if each room was decked like this.<br/><br/>He painfully slipped into his human for. The longer he stayed in his feral forms, the more painful it became to leave it. But your mind was dulled by all that sensory input, it made you think more like a wolf and less like a man. He slipped into a casual suit, just pants, a shirt and a jacket, nothing more. He heard the first knock on the door. He darted to the shadows to the side of the window. A girl outside, seemingly a very lost one. Could be one of their own. But the woman who approached further back, guitar slung over her back and clad like one of the youths of the day. One could never be sure.<br/><br/>He slipped down the stairs, bare- and fleet-footed, passing the very loud and sloppy scene.<br/><br/>"I'll handle it, esteemed alpha..."<br/><br/>He opened the door slowly and slipped outside like the slender jackal he was. His human form was very similar. Slender, yet strong and tall in built, a very thin and long face with very sharp angles around the cheek and chin. An aquiline nose jutted out, eyes like black coal, skin that dark shade that only those who dwelt in the deep deserts for most of their lives developed. His head was shaved, a thin and sharp goatee almost drawn around his thin-lipped mouth. Scratch the similarity to a jackal. This man was a snake, and you could almost hear it in his pompous, yet poisonous tone.<br/><br/>"How can I help you ladies?" he asked as he close the door behind him, smile not even coming close to his eyes. "The man and lady of the house isss... preoccupied at the moment."<br/><br/>He stood like a cliff. A thin cliff, but a cliff none the less. One never knew. They were obviously of their kind, but one never knew. Which was why he had a knife cupped in the hand behind his back, while he made sure to gesticulate with the other. It made it feel like the good old days in the courts of the tribe. Should one of the girls try to get in or some other funny business they would find a knife at their throat and a kind request for them to leave. If they didn't respond in time, he would have no trouble killing them both without disturbing the alpha's... musings.