Remus couldn't help growling as his Master talked his way past the guard. He could hear everything they said... it took all his willpower to simply sit there and control himself.<br/><br/><em>Whats with your kid? He dangerous or something?</em>he just closed his eyes and counted like his Master had taught him. A lithe and subtly muscled teen, Remus was sitting at the top of a horse drawn carriage, wearing a shirt of sack material far too big for him, the sleeves covering his arms. A womans hat was over his head, leaving only the fringes of his grey hair showing, but it could not conceal his yellow eyes, or the tiny fangs that were visible even when his mouth was closed.<br/><br/>After his Master had returned and took the reins, and the cart jolted past the guard and into the city, he allowed some of his frustration to pass in a low, onimous growl. "Dangerous..." all he could think about was the guard talking about him to his Master, thinking he could not hear him, and his Master unable to do anything. He knew it wasn't his fault, but he didn't exactly have a good grip on his emotions.<br/><br/>The man that sat next to him was taller, hair dark brown and cut short into a flattened top, a goaty protuding from his chin. His clothes were rough but good quality hunting garbs, his short sword at his side and a bow and quiver strapped to his back. He placed a hand on Remus' shoulder, speaking in a soothing voice, knowing exactly how the boy was feeling.<br/><br/>"Pay him no mind. You did very well back there" he smiled as Remus whined, rubbing his head against the mans hand. "Remus do good..." he mused to himself, thriving on any kind of praise he recieved from the man. He knew his name was really Daerus, but he had only every referred to him as Master ever since the noble Hunter had found him with his ankle locked tightly in one of his traps.<br/><br/>He had been quite wild and viscious then... but a lot had changed for him in that two year span, and now, he found himself in an actual city, something that both fascinated and intimidated him. The sounds and adventure of it all was definitely peaking his sharp curiosity, but having these tall stone walls on every side, cutting off his view of the sky line... he didn't like it. It made him feel as if he were in a cage.<br/><br/>He pulled his cap down to conceal his scruffy wolf ears, checking to make sure his tail was tucked in and that the sleeves were covering the hairy tufts of fur on his wrists and the sharp claws of his fingers. He wanted to shrink, more then a little unerved by all the people here. He felt as though they were all staring right through his little disguise. As much as he hated hiding himself in these clothes, the intimidation of it all was a little too much. His Master heard the whimper and reached up to scratch his ear under his cap.<br/><br/>"Shhh, its okay Remus. You'll be fine. Just relax, count..." Remus calmed himself and began to take in the sights, his sensitive nose picking up so many different scents, manure, urine and hay, garlic and roasted meat, rising dough, dusty wooden crates, fruit and vegetables a tad too far past their prime... it was far different to what he was used to, where the only scents he ever knew was wood smoke, pine needles and turned soil.<br/><br/>He could smell the looming rain clouds as well... it could be storming in a few moments. His Master mirrored his thoughts and brought him from his passive observations. "We'll be inside before the rain hits... just around this corner is where we must be" The cart and horse were taken to the stables and Daerus escorted a timid and slightly paranoid Remus into the house.<br/><br/>"I should warn you Master Daerus, she turns down almost everyone that comes by seeking her tutelage. Her current pupil shows great promise..." the man who showed them in talked with Daerus a while while they waited for someone to show up. Remus was getting suspicious of why he was brought here.<br/><br/><em>...pupil?</em>