(Orca, I once did something similar with my shoulder and aaaaa
Being double jointed really sucks sometimes)

Lowell Brichalles
He had to practically roll his eyes at the continuing conversation. He could already feel the faint dawn's light burning at his face and eyes, quickening his pace and pulling his hood over his head as he wracked his brain on the location of the den he had scraped up the other week before he had the misfortune of running into this kid..
It wasn't far, but with his wolf sense of smell slowly fading, he might have to do more looking than he expected.

He'd leave Erwen to find him later if he had to, but he wasn't going to risk giving his one safe identity away. All this talk of killing people was taxing his brain already. Sleeping in the dirt or in a tree with the bugs and morning birds almost sounded pleasant.
After some searching, he made his way to the eastern edge of town past a dim alley, kicking a few stone bricks out from the familiar breach in the crumbling city wall and hopped down into the underground tunnel just underneath after he was sure he wasn't followed. It was out of view of any city guards, but he didn't count on it lasting through any thorough city investigations.

The tunnel was fairly small, looking much like a typical, carved out thief's den and packed much the same with pilfered or purchased goods here and there. There was a large amount of wolf fur swept hastily into one of the corners from the last time he had visited. He have to attend to that now with a guest, but truthfully, he had spent far more time at the tavern where he had run into Erwen initially, but at this point, it continued to serve as a place to rest and tend to his wounds.

Any Nicote was in no mood to dual. Although he did like doing it now and then. Just....not when he was supposed to be still recovering from letting loose a curse.

(have a messed up ring finger too on my right hand I can dislocate at will since I fell 4 feet onto my hand at my last job. Solidarity. :^)

Also a winged werewolf? Please, I might be writing a cursed demonic sword-wielding werewolf here, but it's not like I'm writing a werepyre, control your enthusiasm, Erwen.. Though that now begs the question of why I never have considering how ridiculous my characters are sometimes.. Hm.
So Bildernia got any vampires? ;) )

Lowell Brichalles
Lowell dropped his hood, dumping the fur that had fallen from his face and neck from his cloak. He'd have to bathe and change clothes and armor too while he was here, of course. He figured he'd take care of it now before Erwen walked back in on him.
He grabbed his day clothes and some dressings and poultice from the corner cabinet, opting to leave the cursed sword aside in favor of a small dagger lest it mess with his limited mental clarity in his exhausted state.

He knew it'd return if he found himself in true danger. It always did, but right now, it was more of a liability than it was already. Any keen eyed guard or assassin would be able to recognize its twisted build and wicked, black blade.

He made his way further down the tunnel and up and out to the nearest pond to tend to his wounds.

Gallagher had began moving a bit slower. Day was coming, meaning that this werewolf man would return to his human state. He knew that much. Meaning he could not find him by the shadows alone. He would have to begin looking at men in a different perspective that was just as efficient. He moved towards the wall silently. His guess was that he'd left the city already. After all, with Seraphina on a literal witch hunt for this guy, it wasn't safe with all the guards patrolling. Heck, it was even safe for Gallagher.

(@xed a few. Not many but a decent amount. Hey....stay iut of the main city life tho)

Nicote was walking back and watching the sunrise. Because it wasnt weird to see a prince walking aorund the city

Thats when he had noticed someone else on the street, with a similar...what would one call it...scent to his own. That meant he used dark magic. But that wasn't his business, not that he cared much anyway. His focus was capturing the assassin that threatend Seraphina's life.

Nicote glanced at Gallagher briefly, with narrowed eyes, before going back to whatever the was doing. Or that's how it appeared. Really he was actually tending. This guy looked like the creeps that had tried to kill him before.

(Any willing to curse me again for science? XD

And at least there's some fun ways to tell a wolf in human form. According to Russian folklore, they still keep some of their wolf teeth and their wounds have fur in them. Don't see people do those too much other than them keeping their wounds in human form.. Along with the obvious thing of their reaction to silver.
Even then, seems to vary a lot between modern takes. I'm not a fan of the rapid regeneration one myself.
Assuming Gallagher would be able to sense the dark magic off his sword too, if he had it on him anyways.)

Lowell Brichalles
While the daylight would normally be a relief for him, today it just served as a reminder of how long he had been up. When he arrived at the clearing outside of the city, he was careful to rest his current armor out of sight in some shrubbery. He looked over his wounds with a bit of a grimace, brushing stray dog hairs from himself.
He managed to pop his shoulder, painfully, back into place wary of his other numerous wounds over his arms. Would be well worth his time to consider a healer, he figured but he'd have to put it out of mind until things died down.
He slipped himself into the stream after applying some of his alcohol and the poultice to the aching, horizontal deep wound over the lower part of his chest. The pond water didn't really help much to ease anything but his soreness, but it at least took the sting out of things for now as he willed himself to relax.

He casted a long glance at Nicote, before continuing his walk towards the wall. He had no reason to go and approach another dark magic user. He didn't look like someone worth talking to anyway.

Soon he was in front of the tall city wall, in a place where the guards usually didn't patrol. But they did now, and they'd just past. Meaning before the next group came around he had to get over the wall. That wasn't too hard. He grabbed a firm stone that stuck out, pulling himself up and grabbing onto another. He eyed two stones near the top. He might be able to push himself up with enough force that he could fly up and grab those two. He steadied his body, tightening his grip, before pushing himself up with full force, one of his hands managing to grab a stone. That was alright. He reached up with his other hand, grabbing the second stone. Once he secured his grip there he let go of the previous, grabbing the top of the wall and pulling his entire body up. He looked around at the forest that surrounded the capital, spotting a clearing not too far. That was most likely where he had gone.