[Open] Walhalla wacht

[Katrielle Layton]

Hunter Hayes wasn't entirely sure what was going on-- but from what he could tell, this was an entire dimension different from his own... if Omni had been telling the truth. His emotions were everywhere at the moment; he was upset that he was pulled away from his family before he could save them, somewhat relieved because he was still alive, and terrified of the new world he had been unceremoniously dropped into.

He glanced around, but something near the fountain caught his attention. The thing had suddenly popped into existence a few feet above the floor before collapsing on the ground below. Cautiously, the former priest crept up to what he first thought to be a human in some sort of purple robes. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed that the head of the stranger was not at all human in nature, but rather something more... wolfish.

His hand fell to the red bag of salt latched onto his belt. However, he didn't plan to use it just yet. This was a werewolf, but it didn't appear as feral as it should be. Perhaps it wouldn't act as animalistic? And besides, if his guess was correct, this creature had just been pulled from its world and dumped here. That would leave just about anyone confused.

So against his better judgment, he reached out his other hand. "Hello," he asked, his voice a gentle tenor, "are you okay?"