Dawn was fast approaching when the werewolf paused, and sat back on his haunches, a short way from the hills.<br/><br/>A puff of breeze brought a new scent to his nostrils, that of a man who had passed by recently; cautiously, he sniffed the air, then rose to his feet and followed the scent.<br/><br/>OOC: is that you he's smelling? Or is there someone else here?