The tall, stocky, dark haired man inhaled deeply as he wandered through the bustling city of Reajh. He had just wandered in from the uncivilized world and hadn't eaten anything more complicated than wild berries in the last two days. He was barefoot, as always, and he made his way slowly down the street.
Leto caught a scent trail that smelled as sweet as Lonchani's embrace and he followed it blindly. He walked with eyes half closed until he reached the cart of an old man selling the delicious dumplings he had smelled for the last five minutes as he walked.
The scent made his mouth water and he fumbled around in his pockets for coins to buy one. Soon however, he found his pockets were bare and he remembered he had spent the last of his funds on supplies to repair his tattered shirt. Other than the meager clothes he wore, and his father's ornate dagger, he had nothing to barter with. He decided he would have much preferred a slightly less empty stomach to a mended shirt.
As he grudgingly walked away from the cart he caught the same delicious scent and anxiously began to follow it in hopes of easy prey. After some time he came upon a diminutive creature that looked like a cross between a kitten and a young girl. The wolf in his Garou blood instinctively saw all small animals as fair game and he had a special dislike for cats. He gazed longingly at the tiny beast and her bounty of delicious dumplings. Leto grappled with himself internally, and finally decided to confront the loathsome little person.
In a low, whispering growl Leto said "Does a tiny creature like you need all that food? Or would you be willing to trade some, for uhh.. protection. After all, this city is a dangerous place..."
He gave his most convincing smile but was betrayed by his growling stomach and the saliva glistening on the end of his sharp fangs. His left hand rested on the hilt of his father's dagger.
