By choice, Rex didn't often find himself in Runes and Relics, despite his fondness and friendship with its owner. He made it a habit of not deliberately going to places where witches tended to congregate. The occult shop was obviously pretty high on that list — but he was passing by and decided to check-in on Addison. In an hour or so he would have to start doing his patrol of Fete to make sure everything was going smoothly. It would likely take up the rest of his week, as well, unless his presence was needed elsewhere.
The moment he walked through the door of the shop his nostrils were assaulted with the strong smell of numerous herbs and potent incense. Some of them weren't terrible, but a few of them would have brought tears to his eyes if he didn't have others to try to focus on. It took a minute or so but his senses naturally numbed to the scents, and he was able to pick up that of Addison, causing him to smile lightly.
Standing at the counter, the Sheriff began to inspect the numerous trinkets that were hung by the register while he waited for the blonde, good witch to appear. Now truly, he cautiously knew enough about witchcraft that if it looked like it was scary or once dead, you shouldn't really touch it — but this just looked like a collection of little harmless charms. He barely even touched the small feather on the key chain before the whole row of them snapped off the display and spilled onto the counter. The werewolf quickly did his best to put them all back into a neat little pile before he was caught.