Avestan (HIM) pov:
Stepping back out into the bar Im suddenly hit with the stench of wolf. It was a mixture of wet dog with an overwhelming amount of axe bodyspray. Peering around the bar I watched each patron carefully. There were only about a dozen people in the bar, most of which were regulars. A few unfamiliar faces stood out. I followed the stench and found myself closing in on the pool tables. The two men were just starting to rack the balls and were too busy bantering to notice my close proximity.
The taller of the two wore a black v-neck shirt. His muscles rippled from beneath the thin material and he had a full sleeve on his right arm. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back yet somehow still looked messy.
The other was smaller than the first by maybe an inch or two. He was ju
