Iiav, anthro form
He didn't want to be here.
Oh, did he not want to be here. The walls were too high, the stone too white! Everything was looming and dark and - why did he have to come at night? Why, indeed! Dravesis had specified coming to call on them by nightfall to get the ingredients he had paid for...but oh, woe that he had to come at all.
The situation was more dire than he expected if he'd started using words like 'woe'.
The young Kalamarei's mincing steps were entirely too loud, bouncing off of walls that stood over him like they disapproved of his being there at all. His paws seemed to wring themselves into knots, over and over; it was clear by the boniness of sparsely furred knuckles that this was a regular, nervous habit. He didn't know who these friends of his father were, and he didn't care. He just wanted to get what he had to from them, and be on his way back home. Home was assuredly the lesser of two evils.