Once outside, Fergus made sure to avoid interacting with the wolves. He didn't want to burden himself by talking to these filthy beasts which he saw as nothing more than mounds of flesh, ready for him to eat whenever he pleased.
There was food everywhere, but Fergus couldn't just snatch some random person and feed on them. He had to be more calculative than that. So, he relied on his vampire senses, tracking down the scent of a wolf he'd bumped into earlier.
It didn't take him long for him to follow the scent until it led him to the entrance of a bar. Fergus decided to play with this wolf and then strutted into the bar. His nose was welcomed by the smell of strong rum and sweat, as well as the sound of men chattering and laughing at the top of their voices.