"i go hunting for rabbits and get called craven. that seems rather rude" shiro says evenly, his voice raspy as he steps out of the bush and into the moonlight, his face hidden in the shadow of his cloak while his golden eyes glow in the moonlight, creating the rather unsettling effect that mihai'en was being spoken to by a hungry and feral wolf in the guise of the sixteen year old child before him with a sword at his hip, brown leather boots, loose green burlap shirt and loose green burlap pants, his clothing showing a poor upbringing and from what little can be seen of his face the scaring of large claws raking over his left eye shows a rather violent upheaval of his daily life which would explain why he was wandering alone at night at such a young age in such dangerous country where things like werewolves, undead, hostile fae, and other nasty creatures could be encountered easily. to more sensitive noses there would be a definite smell of wolf about him, showing him to be a lycan but he'd most likely not like such a fact brought to light while all others would probably be able to smell earthy tones mixed in with a bit of wet dog showing him to perhaps a farm boy with a pet dog but the sword at his hip counteracts that as farm workers wouldn't be able to acquire one through normal means