He was happy, his wolf was happy, it's a two way streak of bliss and glad to be one with the pack. A room not too far from the guy who Silent spoke to him about wasn't around. For all he know, someone named Daniel could be elsewhere. That name was common among the male population. Jesse Dawnshire held an attractive appearance, his skin tone was a dark tan making you suspect he may have been spending his years in the sun or frequented beach fronts. None of the above. It was a family history that stuck like glue. As he was finishing up piling his belongings in his new suite, the room he occupied was taken and his wolf made sure to mark it his own so that when someone crossed this one it'll have a strong smell of male, with a hint of other scents. Clothes neatly folded in the top drawer of the dresser, this contained mostly shirts for all seasons. It was still summer so he laid out light clothing and kept to shorts and pants too. For his socks, nothing but gray and black, white gets filthy too quickly so he never bought a pair of white. Socks, undergarments, the usual stuff that was kept cleaned. A blue hamper was visible near his made up bed. The bed was a comforter with star prints, complete with a starry pillow case and his wallpaper matched the bed spread. When it comes to the star landscape, he was there.

Jesse stashed his telescope in the closet for later use. A chart was plastered on the wall above his bed. This showed the constellations. Orion, Sagittarius, little and big dippers, a comet at the far right corner streaked in the sky just behind a full moon silhouette. Jesse's talent was that he can read the charts, he even had his own set of tarot cards for the purpose of readings. It was a gift of his that came when he was only five years old. The Astrologist was specifically capable of keeping in touch with his inner soul, that was something his mother said. Science substituted magic in many ways. Most laughed, telling him that the shit was not apropos and that he is just wasting his time with this kind of interest in what the stars have to say. This in fact was nonetheless connected to how witches used the stars for some of their magical connections. His mother was a full blooded gypsy, a witch by birth so once taught him a few tricks how to read what is written.

You didn't need magic, only what your heart says, she mentioned. Jesse kept the truth of his mother's paranormal secret to himself as she had sworn him to do so. His father was human, he was okay with the fact that his loving wife was a supernatural. Looking down at an empty drawer to his left, he slipped five different tarot card boxes in it then slid the compartment shut. No need to expose them out in the open. He soon thought to walk outside for it helped the other half of him, the beast needed fresh air and what can Jesse do to refuse his inner friend's needs. Slipping on his flip flops, not his walking shoes near the wall, he walked out where he noticed a guy sitting in the swing alone. He came just in time to hear the last remark. Thinking, the half gypsy happened to be available. His scent was familiar.

Same smell as that room he occupied, not sure if what Silent told him, but he couldn't be sure. Assuming this maybe him. The rattling of chains that was visible around the front of his waist, wearing loose brown pants that made him look more like a genie than a werewolf. A matching colored shirt highlighting the brown pools of his eyes showed off his pectoral stomach and chest muscles. "Talking to yourself?" He said jokingly. He leaned his right elbow a little right of where his packmate sat. A coolly remark meant to surprise that someone was behind him.