Arthur chuckled at that, yea Van Horn had very little to offer apart from trouble.

"Van Horn was actually the last town I set foot in before it all went to hell for me." he snorted "Damn shootout with Pinkertons." He drank slowly from his mug, enjoying the brew, and the view as he'd enjoyed for a few weeks now.

"On full moon I can't shift back to being human, forces me into being a bear, so instead of trying to squeeze myself into the cabin and wait it out, I roam the woods. Can forage a lot, make sure no cougars about neither." he said "Can come with me, I keep my head during it, but I ain't gonna be much for conversation as I can't talk."