One good thing about being a werewolf is the rather extraordinary senses one is gifted with. Perhaps it is a bit annoying, in a crowded and busy space-city with advertisements and street signs and people talking everywhere, but it is also eminently useful, particularly in quieter parts of Omega. Lyall is walking along himself, back from a trip to the merchant's to browse for something other than protein bars and drinks, and he nods to Marco in passing without a second thought for the boy. He even scents the fellow waiting for him in a recessed doorway, but thinks nothing of it.

Until he hears the knife comes out, anyway, behind him and just about when Marco would be passing that half-hidden fellow. He turns sharply and bounds back after the boy with every intention of yanking him back, hopefully in time to avoid some kind of bloodletting.

((poke me if none of that doesn't work! since you got to the open scene before me :B ))