(Sorry my rp may not be that great, new to the site and used to playing lions)
Kyle sluggishly paced into a small town, step by step, but his displayed weakness was mostly an act. If trouble started brewing, he could easily make a getaway, harnessing the power of the wind, even if his power over it wasn't very strong. He was still quite young as it was, and tired from travelling for days on end. Searching for something.. but for what?
A blank look was cast over his face, making any emotion he had unreadable. A slight, warm breeze blowing his long, blonde hair over his shoulder as well as some red soil that he had trouble keeping out of his eyes.
His hands fell to his stomach as he heard it growl, his fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; he hadn't eaten anything since the last town he passed, which was a couple days away. He came to a stop to look over the town and any opportunities it held for some good thieving, which he had become used to, and pretty talented at. The town looked pretty deserted right now, maybe it was the time of day or the weather, he didn't know or care.
His green eyes continued scanning over it, and fell on an inn. It didn't seem to have many people in it, which was all the better.
He had a little bit of money left in his pocket, and he assumed it could get him something to snack on; he learned the hard way that it was a bad idea to not pay at the inn, since it was not like simply snatching up food and making a run for it. At an inn, your face could be remembered. He doubted he would get any food there though, he only wanted to go inside for a bit.
He grabbed his stitched cloak out of his bag and threw it over him, pulling up the hood to shield most of his hair, along with the pair of white coyote ears and a fluffy tail, which he preferred to keep hidden in public. He didn't want anything to draw him out in any way; besides, the white and blonde contrasted greatly with his naturally tan skin.
Satisfied with his attempts to be less noticeable, he continued his slow pace into the inn, disengaging from his personal thoughts and to the present task at hand: do not cause any trouble.. or try not to anyway.. Usually it didn't work out like that for him.
Kyle quickly found a seat at a vacant table away from most of the other people and laid his forehead onto the cool wooden surface, closing his eyes. Unfortunately for him, his cloak had shifted to the side as he sat down to reveal his white canine tail.
