Going out during a full moon hadn't crossed Ciaran's mind. Not because of the werewolves (that didn't cross his mind either, he had never come across a werewolf but had fought true wolves before), but simply because ... it just hadn't. "The rats?" He asked, quirking a brow. "Sometimes. They're pretty good for snacks." In the past, he had considered setting a trap but ditched it, having labeled it far too much effort for something so inane. Humans didn't set traps when they wanted a box of crackers, did they? No.
Busy? He chuckled. "Don't think I've been real busy yet. I haven't been worked long." It had been, what? Just a few weeks since he had arrived at the carnivale grounds, seeking a job and place to stay. A more permanent home seemed best these days. Fitting in with average humans was difficult. "Things slow down near the end of the night, so how about then?"