He didn't know any of these people. He watched them carefully, black eyes casting over each of their frames. They seemed to be huddled around something -- something creating smoke. The crimson puff lifted up, and Noah's large ears rotated forward. He stepped forward, curious, on cloven hooves. He lowered his head, trying to control his breathing as he continually moved forward. He stopped, however, before he was too close to the gathering crowd. He watched, carefully.
This crowd was full of strangers -- and none of them looked like the natives of this place. None of them were trying to take the case and its contents, even with the ominous looking smoke, and take it away for themselves. What was this? Noah took a step sideways, lifting his head some. He needed to be ready to flee if the moment turned to something dangerous. He stayed in reindeer form, ears flicking back and forth, listening.
