Again the wolf hesitated when Kendall got to his feet, canine eyes observing the young man warily, before Cathan padded along behind him. Without obligations which could have required his attention, there was little reason not to follow. Indeed, coming with his new found acquaintance harbored the opportunity for company, something he had missed more than he wanted to admit even to himself.
The streets were not lively, but from time to time they would meet people and the kelvic kept close to the walls, slinking through shadows whenever possible. For an animal his size, Cathan moved with the quiet grace of the born predator and only occasionally one would hear the scratching of his claws on the hard cobble stone of the street. Few people seemed to notice him, the others keeping away, the way they would have kept away from a rabid dog. It were those moments when he tried to catch up with Kendall, his shoulder almost brushing against the young man's leg, as if to prove to himself and all others that he wasn't roaming the streets alone for a change.
The night air started to fill with the scent of fresh bread and pastries and Cathan realized how hungry he truly was. Although usually preferring meat, raw and bloody if at all possible, he knew baked goods could be just as filling. It was missing the satisfaction of a real hunt, of crushing some smaller creatures throat, feeling its last convulsions before tearing into the still warm body, but in the last season he had learned to lower his expectations. To live with less. Although he had the money to buy food, the idea to give money for something nature should have provided him for free more than just a little odd. He had been to bars and taverns before, even to a bakery, but most of them time the thought didn't even occur to him.
When Kendall sat down to tell him he couldn't follow along into the shop, the assertion was met with disbelieve and a certain reluctance. Already the kelvic wanted to turn, ready to search his luck elsewhere when the young man reached for his stomach, the sound coming from it causing Cathan to stop in his tracks. He understood hunger. Hunger could drive even the most meager dog to become a dangerous beast and it was common practice to starve the participants of the dog fights as the kelvic knew just too well. Instead of turning the wolf looked up to Kendall for a very long moment, thoughtful, considering. Suddenly Cathan moved forward, nabbing the young man's sleeve between his fangs. It was a unexpected movement, but the wolf was surprisingly gently as he started to pull, slow first but soon with a little more vigor should Kendall not realize the kelvic wanted him to follow.
When the young man decided to follow him along Cathan would turn around, leading the way through little used alleys, away from the harbor and its smells. Their destination was a small garden, a backyard, which belonged to a run down little house no one had been living at in recent years. It composed of merely three trees, all of them crooked and dead. Bushes grew wild and large among them and it was doubtful they had seen a trim in years.
Silently the kelvic would run ahead, to vanish behind the scrub. Maybe Kendall would see the flickering lights when Cathan shifted form, turning from wolf to human, until the young man was able to make out the contours of a tall male figure standing in the shadow of the trees. One, two steps Cathan strolled forward, stopping before he actually left the half dark. Although changed, his eyes continued to shimmer in a irritating color reminding of burnished gold.
"I am afraid I don't have a lot food to offer, but for the two of us it should be plenty still. If you are hungry I would be glad to share." Talking, Cathan's voice was deep and dark, sometimes not unlike a soft growling.
"My name is Cathan. Or... it was, at some point anyway."