[Open] Walhalla wacht

[Katrielle Layton]

His reflexes acted for him, one hand hovering over the bag of salt, the other one buried deep in his coat pocket, fingers curling around the handle of his pistol. The atmosphere was hot with tension as the two Primes stared each other down. Neither of them moved for a while, but when they did, it was to disengage. The wolf was the first to withdraw its weapons, and while the former priest followed its actions in turn, he was far more hesitant; his hands slowly returned to his side, although his shoulders remained tense.

Then the stranger began to talk. Hunter blinked in surprise, unsure of what to make of it. Despite the fact that this humanoid lupine was speaking the same (albeit a more medieval version) language as him, he seemingly had never seen a human before. And if he had never seen a human before... then he couldn't be a werewolf-- they were two sides of the same, cursed coin. The very thought eased his worries somewhat.

"I'm human," he said simply. "And my name is Hunter Hayes. ...Although human probably doesn't mean anything from wherever you came from, doesn't it?" He crossed his arms in thought. "Do you have apes or monkeys in your world? They would be the closest species to a human that exist in my world." He paused for a moment. "What should I call your race? At first I thought you were a werewolf. I know you're some kind of wolf, though."