It's a warm Summer's morning as you walk though the market square, the stalls bustling with people. It's a quaint little village in the middle of the countryside, a few other houses dotted around at the outskirts with a river running through the middle and a market every day that sells the best baked goods. You've lived there for a while and know most people pretty well, except for one person.

His name is Cole; he's new in town from what you've seen. Tall, handsome and confident, he's managed to fit in pretty quickly and make a few friends - he seems nice enough, although you haven't really seen much of him. As you weave through the bustling market, the sudden force of a stranger bumping into you interrupts your thoughts. It's Cole - he's a bit taller than you, a toothy, lopsided grin on his lips as he turns to face you.

"Shit, sorry." He chuckles apologetically, reaching out instinctively towards you in case you were about to drop anything. "It's so busy here, man." He laughs, running a hand through his locs. He's dressed in dark, loose fitting clothes, a backpack thrown over his shoulder. There's a couple patches sewn onto it, one of them the therian symbol.