The awareness of a new presence on his periphery brought out prickles on the back of Hal's neck at once; for a moment it was familiar enough that his heart attempted to surge into his throat, but--no.
Still, it was a signature he knew, or nearly, at least. He was becoming rapidly and unhappily aware that wherever he was, it was crawling with unknown elements, and he dealt with disruptions to the known about as well as he dealt with cockroaches. Which was to say badly, and wearing elbow-length gloves if possible.
He stopped stock still and cleared his throat. Helpfully. Whatever he could sense wasn't a werewolf, but it wasn't ...not, either, and he knew what their hearing was like.
i am REALLY BAD at past tense fair warning, i'll try not to lapse into present <3
Still, it was a signature he knew, or nearly, at least. He was becoming rapidly and unhappily aware that wherever he was, it was crawling with unknown elements, and he dealt with disruptions to the known about as well as he dealt with cockroaches. Which was to say badly, and wearing elbow-length gloves if possible.
He stopped stock still and cleared his throat. Helpfully. Whatever he could sense wasn't a werewolf, but it wasn't ...not, either, and he knew what their hearing was like.