Kieran took his first few steps into the town and curled his lip up a bit in disgust. It smelled of piss and refuse... much too human for his liking. He sat on the outskirts of town, leaning his back against a massive oak tree. Kieran busied his fingers with sharpening his hand-made spear. Cana looked at him for a bit and then ran off to hunt in the woods. Maybe someone would come and keep Kieran company, maybe they wouldn't, it didn't matter.