Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Following after the boy, he gave a look around the house, judging exits, structural stability, paranoid little habits that kicked in when he was so far removed from society. Still, everything checked out, which allowed him to relax after a minute, moving inside to drop down onto a couch (the smell was considerable, but who was he to judge the scent of decay?)
The pills earned a wary eye, before he remembered what Oz had said, about Bill's help. "The suppressant?" He hoped it wasn't some sort of drug- it would likely just make the wolf jittery, he figured.