The half-moon cast an eerie glow over the land, hanging low in the sky. Wriothesley tended to stay in the city- things such as supernaturals, demihumans- all of that was normal, so he could wander around without consequences, but Wriothesley found himself roaming the nearby forest for some peace and quiet.

Even while human, Wriothesley still retained a pair of wolf ears and a matching fluffy tail- undeniable evidence of his being as a werewolf. Having an intimidating presence proved useful in certain situations, but Wriothesley had an inkling their existence sort of dampened that.. Still, he found himself depending on them quite often to discern the slightest sounds, such as when he heard the faintest rustle in some nearby undergrowth.

Instinctively, Wriothesley's hand shot out, grasping whatever was there. His first thoughts when he realizes he's grabbed you? ..What the hell were you doing in the bushes?

"Hm, what do we have here..?" Wriothesley mused, effortlessly lifting you by your collar like one would scruff a kitten; his hold secure yet not suffocating. Behind him, his tail swished with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.