He had lost everything.

Moving through the gloomy street, the werewolf walked along in the rain. Droplets surged from the gray skies above leaking into his wet thick hair, flopping down over his features as he looked downward. He didn't mind the cold. He didn't mind anything. Just the weather here had been... less pleasant than he would have liked. But none of that even mattered to him now. Farkas let himself be soaked as he continued to walk, only wearing a shabby brown coat upon the which made him look like a mere urchin. But he had once been everything. Now, it was gone. He did not care any longer, and could barely find anywhere to call home or even a shelter. Not that mattered anyway. His flaky boots stepped along the puddles of the cobbled street, making his way further into Cendra City. It had been fine earlier, however the rain had just come. Perhaps it was his foul mood that had brought it here. The frown he wore upon his face was evident even as his face was nearly shielded by the tangled mass of hair and his dirt coat. His hands were plunged into the pockets, which there had not been a single coin in. He minded himself only, not paying attention to anyone else that dared venture this street. There was the occasional guards but they wouldn't mind someone as shabby as him walking the streets. After all, Cendra was one of the most poorest places in Oedir, perhaps that very well suited him now.

Making his way along down the lane, he ignored the vendors that called to him to buy their produce. There was no way he could even afford anything. He was nothing more than a rat now one may see him as. Even if his wolf form there was nothing to hunt. Or perhaps it was the former alpha that had no want to do so, no motivation, no energy. He didn't even have enough anger to express it, slumping in defeat. There was no more room for anger, only a vast emptiness and sadness that no one could hope to fill. Most of the people had taken shelter underneath the canopies, in hopes of not getting wet but that didn't matter to him. He did nothing as he continued along, occasionally bumping past a few goers that had yelled at him shortly after but he did not take notice. He still walked along until he bumped into yet another person.

He had enough. He was angry, cold, wet, and tired. So exhausted from all the recent events, his eyes merely glared up her as his face continued to face downward, almost hidden. The scowl was ever so present in his features. And the man probably smelt like the worst odor possible.

"Watch it," he said in a low, harsh tone.