Wolf in the market (Clarissa)

His supplies were running low, sure he could hunt but still that wasn't the only thing he needed. Some new shirts were needed and despite the torn an tattered condition of his black trench coat, he wasn't going to replace it. It felt right and just fine the way it was. People were clearly staring at the man, he could catch a few faint whispers of their conversations as they stared. 'Wolfman' this and is this that? It seemed the village was knowing him by a different name. Oh well it didn't matter, not like he had anyone here he wished to impress or anything of the like. Wolves were a lot better than the people living here to him. Sure he loved his sisters though he disliked the village and the mindset of most people in it. The whole time he was walking about blood was dripping down his arm from a wound there and if one looked closely at his shirt, they would see a noticeable red spot from blood. They weren't deep though they were at risk of infection, hence why he came. He needed more medicine an herbs then he'd get his other items and return to the place he was most comfortable at. The woods.

@clarissa