Feral Heart

(Alright let's kick this RP in the ass, c'mon lazy people)

Calid stifled a yawn, it was too quiet round here. They'd been waiting for some time, waiting for signs of a gathering but so far the only indication that they had the right place was one man who stood at the destination, his shifty eyes darting to and fro, Calid stretched out a little, alleviating the cramp in his leg from where he'd been crouched in hiding "Tell me again what we're supposed to do?" he whispered to the hooded figure, bumping the wolf slightly as he got back into position, he hated staying still for two long and he was getting restless.

(Stupid me keeps double posting)

(@Vantani yes it is, it's in the most popular tavern/pub in Castle Town. And okay Katsa, I just didn't wanna leave Blacki behind either)

(Well I was going to reply with Calid but then this came up and I thought I should wait til it was resolved, shall I post now?)

"Lighten up lad, you aren't the first one we've foxed. And you did well to make it past two whole mountains--"
"I hope you've had your fun mocking me. I don't need your patronizing too, I didn't train for two years just to be the jester to vertically challenged blacksmiths!"

He stood and began to walk away, a little woozy from the strong ale. He blinked several times when he saw a wolf speaking with the inn keeper. Maybe he'd had a little too much?

"You will not believe my day!" The angry outburst made Calid turn from his spot pondering the dog. Two  figures sat at the bar, heads close together speaking in hushed tones. The boy way about to go back to watching the wolf when the sound of coins hitting wood caught his attention. Quickly grabbing up an abandoned tankard he made it appear he was strolling through the room. As the man set off for the exit he bumped into him, attempting to snatch the heavy pouch from his belt but it was tied too tightly, clearly this guy really wanted to hold onto that cash.

He decided to keep an eye on the one who had provided the coins, perhaps they had some more stashed away on them? Taking a seat a few stools down he nursed the beer, examining his mark from the corner of his eye, he couldn't tell their gender, nor did the hood allow him to see any part of the face. They didn't seem to be carrying anything, unless it was hidden under their robes. Calid was no master thief and he didn't want to face a challenge like that.

He looked about him for want of anything better to do. The next one along was another hooded figure, but hers hung down on her back and he saw a youthful female who had one of those restless demeanors. His eyes narrowed, people who fidgeted so much were often non too trustworthy he had learned; he subconsciously let one hand drift down over his goods pouch, his foot touching the expensive battle axe enough to feel its weight and notice any absence. He was probably being ridiculous, she was probably a very nice young lady. He kept his narrowed stare none-the-less.

(Don't worry he doesn't have any special senses, if I see anyone who moves and darts their eyes a lot I get wary too XD
Man I am out of shape, I need to really kick into gear to get my posts as long as you guys
Oh and Blacki, could you put more line breaks in your posts please? I personally find it hard to read text walls)