Carr had just arrived in town, and having carefully parked his bike on an out-of-the-way side street, he'd headed out of town. He'd been on the road for 5 days, almost non-stop, and he needed to breathe and relax before facing civilisation. He'd driven past the forest on the way in, and immediately clocked it as a likely place to hunt, to change, without scaring the locals. He'd explore it as a human first, then change.
Right now he looked like any other hiker - thick navy plaid shirt over a black tshirt, jeans, a beat-up knapsack. The only incongruity was the black boots dangling from his bag by the laces, as his bare feet sunk into the thick carpet of moss and leaves that coated the forest floor. As he climbed upwards, deeper into the forest, he could feel his shoulders untensing, frown smoothing slightly from his face. The frown returned, however, when he caught a familiar scent. Another werecreature, maybe more than one.
"Fuck." He muttered, quietly. The last thing he needed was to explain to a bunch of pissy werewolves that he was just passing through and had no interest in upsetting the ranking order of the pack by joining. Or refusing to.