William stood his ground as the man approached him, his figure unmoving. The night still remained calm, but now it felt tense. The tall man before him questioned his reasons, which William pondered as well. "Hmmm.." He took 3 paces forward, the chain rattling along his arm. "Much of that depends, spawn of night." He placed his hand in the slit of his coat, resting it on one of his holsters just in case. "I come not to obtain the burden of your affliction however.." With his free hand, he scratched his mustache, the duster coat blowing ever so slightly with the wind.

The hunter paused, observing the man before him once more before continuing. "It was by chance I arrived here, but perhaps by fate that I encountered a pack of werewolves in these woods. I come not to slay your kin, unless you are no friend of man." William slipped his hand slowly into the opposite slit in his coat, placing it on another revolver. "Tell me, wolf-man. Would you consider yourself a beast, or still a man?"