Caleb Delaney, the circus' resident hellhound needed to stretch his legs. This close to the full moon he felt antsy, caged. He knew that he could shift, to take the edge off but he hadn't in years. The hound had its own personally, one so opposite of Callum that it even scared him. It was why he hid in his trailer on those nights with the curtains drawn in tight.
The hound inside of him rumbled it's displeasure but Caleb kept walking, kept making sure that everything was okay. They didn't need a repeat of...well, they didn’t need a repeat of what had happened.
The hound was dangerous, it did things that Caleb couldn’t stop; he was merely a passenger when he was in control.
He walked through the Midway, unobtrusive waving hello to those that spoke to him. Most gave him his space, he was glad for that. He needed it.
His head was down as he came the roped off entrance, not noticing the small blond until it was too late. He nearly stepped into her, turning at the last second to avoid the collision.
"Sorry, excuse me." He said in a weak apology, his expression never changing. Turning your face her though his expression softened. "Are you okay?"