Third Person
The bar Kyle had found sat at the edge of the old city—dim, cramped, and smelling faintly of tobacco. Humans and wolf patrons were mixed here, and their scents made Kyle frown a bit. If it weren’t for this bar not being known, and no one would recognize him here, he would never step his foot here.
Despite it looking cramped from the outside, inside was enormous and wide. It was clean too—but the only thing he hated was the mixed scents.
He walked towards the counter and sat, his coat was still on but he had already took off the crest on his coat that represents the Moonfang. Although a lot of wolves and humans turn their head to look at his direction, curious about who he is—some of them were even blushing, but seeing that the Alpha had a cold expression and his aur
