The sharp ding of the overhead bell sounds the arrival of the werebear as his bulky form lumbers through the gas station doors. Keeping his head down, he keeps it so the brim of his snap back obscured his eyes as he peruses the shelves. Sighing, the fatigue of driving for such a long time is slowly catching up to him; a headache slowly banging against his skull.

Growling to himself, he snatches a pack of Tylenol, only to flinch as he makes another patron jump from his quick movements.