While a journey may not have been long or arduous should he have bothered setting upon it, there was no guarantee it would have proven fruitful. So a letter had been sent in his sted. Hopeful that it would reach its’ destination these coming days, find itself in the hands of another when next he visited Kaisermont. Yet Augustus knew all to well by now that there was never any promise of when that man would return to his favored haunt nor where steps may lead him when it came to chasing after those damned creatures.

Though if luck was on his side and timing was right, he’d be able to catch the man at home. Bring about the chance that a path may lead him back to Odersten and into a wolf’s embrace even if only temporarily. A piece of him longed to assist in those hunts whenever they arose, a nose sharper than any mortals, senses keen beyond what mere training could offer and yet there were ties which often kept him closer to the land of wolves.

Was it complacency to accept the roles given or merely an unwillingness to let down those he’d come to know here? Questions he still searched for answers to even as feet risked becoming rooted. He cared not of a father’s approval, going out of his way to spite him; faintly heeded the hushed worries of a mother whenever she visited. But there had come one deemed as needing protection, another who’s eyes he pined for. So for now he stays even as a mind wished to roam. Break all connections and simply run… but he couldn’t do that. Not to them.

Yet no matter the truths he tried to deny, August still sought the familiar company of another. One who’d often held his gaze over the years (no matter how one sided) though perhaps this night those eyes would grace him in turn. That is if communications had been seen. Negative thought he tried not to linger on despite how the evening already grew late. Sparks of hopefulness steadily beginning to fizzle and fade beneath the burn of alcohol.

Maybe he wasn’t coming. Perhaps he truly hadn’t gotten the letter and that self-assigned work would continue to keep him at bay. Out of reach. Nothing he could truly ever be blamed for yet still ears pulled back as a mind mulled over possibilities. What was he to do with himself if left to his own devices this night? A glass steadily raised to his lips as eyes stared blankly on, occasionally drifting from his drink to pass over unknown faces.

Worries which had once flooded thoughts lay subdued beneath the gradual burn of drinks yet the blissful unawareness once reached so easily seemed unobtainable at times. A sensation which refused to grasp the mind as it had before the change, at least not without excess or the special tinctures provided by wolven keepers. Beasts who held unspoken secrets, those he never bothered to ask of as instead he merely accepted their blends with their depths tainted in all too familiar aromas. He didn’t need to know what it may be laced with, if he was here he didn’t care.

All that mattered was that talons would sink as deeply into a cursed cerebrum as one could remember alcohol once doing on its own. That it would allow him to forget if only for a little bit. It was all the goat could ask for as a creeping fog was felt to settle over his world. A lazy flick of an ear toward each sound which rose around him, a silent appreciation of each perfume which wafted in - at least until there came recognition. Yet even as sights refused to shift, to take in the man’s approach those once drooping ears perked and swiveled to better capture the steady fall of boots until the lion himself settled before him.

Surprise at his appearance not something which reached the were’s features as instead it was wholly pleasure, a crooked grin pulling at his lips as phrases lay repeated, “There you are.” A brief flash of fangs before tongue pressed between them in silent regard. While the usual sharpness of that wolven stare lay dulled there was still more than enough sense, enough of a mind, for that snowy crown to tilt the moment a hunter’s askance registered. What brought him here? Was he trying to mess with him again? “Very funny Lif, I live here.”

Nothing had to bring the goat into town if he was already harbored within its walls but the same could not be said for the one who perched across from where he sat. “How much have you had to drink already?” Despite what was asked there lingered no obvious stench of alcohol upon the other’s breath, there had been no stumbling blunders heard in all which carried him to the now shared table and yet Augustus still found himself searching those features. Rose tinted stare roving slowly over the human without restraint nor sense of potential boundaries.

Though his search was left wanting. Nothing other than that usual adornment of cloth greeting him, a known scent pervading the senses but with it came the distinct tinge of the vampiric upon his skin. Nothing unusual given his chosen profession and yet it does little to stop the way a lip curls. Instinct unhindered as it threatened to stir forth a broken snarl, one which did not escape his throat yet tainted lyrics - despite a wish to have shown concern. ’You reek of those bloodsuckers,’ a thought which did not rise as tones morphed into something more accusatory, “Are you on something?” Inquiry brash as attentions fixed unyielding upon the near shake of a companion’s own dilated pupils.