Vodilic's red mane waved in the wind as the lycan stepped up his pace significantly. The sound of people chattering and wagons rumbling along had reinvigorated him, causing the spontaneous decision to just screw this 'shortcut' of his that had failed anyway. Almost bursting out of the forest, the rather short man found himself surrounded by tall grass reaching almost up to his hips. In the distance, he could see the merchant caravan and instantly knew he had to hurry.

If any of the people on the caravan would have turned their head in the right moment, they would have been able to spot a figure blasting down the gentle slope on a horse. Who knew when the next crossing would be and he thus would be in danger of losing their track before reaching them! That being thought, Vodilic noticed that he was almost going too fast for his own good and was near to just falling off. Luckily though that didn't happen and, some rather dangerous minutes later, he got close to the last wagon.

Vodilic had put on the best clothes he had been able to find back home for the festival. His padded fur cloak was still somewhat clean, looked quite new and had the little secret of actually containing some of his own fur. Why spend precious coin on something else if one had the ability to grow that stuff oneself ? His werewolf shape had a lot of it! It looked almost like something a noble would wear in the public with individual strands almost glistening slightly, especially at dawn or in the moon's light and also in a similar color. Beneath that was a thin, dark brown layer of leather in the form of shirt and pants. It wrapped somewhat tightly about his body, revealing his slight, soft belly and the fact he did not seem to have that much muscle. His figure really was rather small even compared to some of the merchants and he left ample room in the saddle, but still his horse breathed heavily as if just having finished a long race.

The big question was: Why on earth had he just had to pass by a burning piece of bushwork ? There was no forest fire anywhere to be seen and also no open fires on any of the wagons, at least as far as he could oversee them from behind. He pushed forward a little until reaching about the middle of the caravan, then knocked gentle at one of the wagons in order to gain some attention from its driver.

[color=yellow]"You don't mind me tagging along for the festival, do you ?"[/color]

The driver looked more like a merchant's assistant than being a man of trade himself and almost snapped back at Vodilic: "You, too ? Just had a weirdo with a fancy hat joining us. You two belong together ?" The man pointed towards one of the other carriages further in front of him.

[color=yellow]"No, but... thank you."[/color]

Maybe he should see who this other guy was. Apparently his 'shortcut' had failed in even another way, that of keeping him a bit away from other people...