William was glancing down at the snow, tapping his fingers on the wooden railing, before hearing the distinct sound of snow crunching from not too far away. The hunter glanced over at the bright haired girl. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. His gaze followed her own until he was staring at a rather young looking lad with a mighty fine rifle. He gave a nod to the young man, noting the nasty looking head injury he brought with him. The newcomer and the young werewolf conversed for a short while, the conversation appeared to be uncomfortable for the two. 

William smiled, although worried for the man now at the doorstep of a werewolf den. "A hunter you say?" He moved along the porch and down the steps beside Acacia, his boots crunching into the snow. "I myself fancy the dangerous sport as well." The werewolf hunter smirked. [i]"Dangerous was probably an understatement."[/i] He thought to himself before extending his hand out to the man for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Ryan. The name is William." He glanced up at the man's head. "Looks like a rather nasty gash there kid. Must have been one hell of a crash." 

He glanced over at the young lady beside them. "You wouldn't happen to know if anyone in your pa-.. [i]group[/i] has any medical experience would you?" He placed his free hand in his pocket. "I'm sure the one in charge around here would like to get him patched up and sent on his merry way." The werewolf hunter scanned the treeline behind the man, wondering if someone had followed him.