[Other new arrivals may take note of the large dog man that awakens in their midsts, over 9' tall and thickly muscled. Pale golden-cream fur that covering him... but only just. His coat is not thick and plush like one might expect. It is, instead, shorn close in an uneven cut. Some patches thin and close enough to reveal pink skin, some seven seeming to be bald patches. The uneven cut is clearly largely due to the thick bands and patches of scar tissue that cover him head to toe. The fur around his head is still longish, a shaggy fluffy sort of sloppy cut that falls similarly to what one might suspect a hair cut to look like.

It's the coat that really screams dog more than wolf, the color closer to blonde than any wolf and the poof of hair and the attempt to maintain the flag of his tail more reminiscent of a poodle than anything so majestic as a wolf. He's as lost and uncertain as anyone else awaking in the Peacekeeper's care but he doesn't sit still long enough to hear a damn thing the AI has to say. As soon as he realizes there are others around, that they can see him when no one should, not like this.... he bolts for the doors like the frightened animal he is, throwing himself out into the storm.

Anyone that tries to follow will find they turn a corner and the beast is gone. Instead there is simply a cold, wet young man leaning against a wall. He'd be quite handsome, angular nordic features and piercing grey-green eyes, but for the thick lines of scars that cross his scowling face. Dirty blond hair shoved back under a ballcap and then again under a hoodie, dark clothes growing darker by the moment under the fall of rain.]

[Reed is more comfortable around the water than he is anywhere else, really. The continuous downpour, the rising water levels, it all just made him and his dtf feel right at home. Fishing is what he's best at anyway so this is just fun. Even if it is a lot colder with so much less fur and stranger being in waters that do not welcome him home like a mother.

It's bringing the fish ashore to eat them that becomes a problem. A big, juicy trout in his jaws that promptly turns into... candy is awful. So he tries again. And again. And agai-

It's when one turns into chocolate of all things that he snarls and ends up thrashing around, digging furiously at the bank as if taking his rage out on the candy will somehow improve anything.

Spoilers: it doesn't.]

[Even a Garou dedicated to the Mississippi gets waterlogged at some point. Which is when someone might actually catch a glimpse of the scarred blond man back in the more urban areas, squinting into darkened windows and trying to find a building to sneak into that is absolutely, for sure, unoccupied. When he finally finds something that smells safe he pauses, too sharp claws for a normal man carving a glyph into the door frame before slipping inside.]