Deeply hoping that not all intelligent creatures of this world were not as hostile as the fox woman from before, Peter approached the building that smoke was coming out of, slinging his shotgun over his back as he did so. Also hoping the custom to be as universal as it was on Earth, he knocked firmly at the door and waited for someone to greet him. If they had some food, perhaps he could have traded some of the local currency he was given earlier for it. Even if he didn't speak the language, money talks, right?