#baronyofthesilverwolf

The muscular brute of a redcap moves about Silverwolf as if he, and not the huge ass dogs, was the biggest threat. A sleeveless black t shirt with red gothic font that says Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc, a pair of blue jeans, torn in parts, and some bad ass red shit kicker shoes

The dogs have been told he's a guest, but they still give him a cautious look

The Baron's own wolfhound, Fort, is a distant shadow. Never close enough to be anything as uncouth as 'lurking', but following near enough that Dirk is well aware that his presence is known.

"Yeah I get the same treatment at stores... "He says causual to the dog following him.

And he does, though to be fair, he's more likely to make some renta cop in plains clothes piss himself than the dog. He looks about for places a young cap might go. WHere's the meat no one wants, where's the place you can tear shit up without getting crap for it.

If he meets another kithain instead, so be it. He isn't stupid enough to be seen as 'hunting' anyone person, and as a redcap, he knows most will assume the worst

In the mean time, he sniffs , any hunter knows he needs to get the lay of the land anyway

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"SO rude" Blossom fusses and gallops off from Dirk

Dirk? Smirks