Denarim was a decent sized town, not to big but not so small that he wouldn't be able to conceal himself if necessary. The town sprawled out along a large bluff overlooking the ocean, the church spires from the one major cathedral in the town rose above the rest of the smaller buildings.
The salty sea breeze made his thick fur dance wildly, the sun reflected off the far off water making it sparkle brilliantly.
He could see from his vantage point that most of the people seemed to be gathered in a central park for some sort of festival, he could smell the BBQ grills from where he was.
John had sat above the pretty little town admiring it for quite a while before he worked up the courage to actually go down the hill to the first small cottages that sprawled out around the town.
He felt a bit conspicuous as he stalked past the small buildings, reminded of the fairytale of the Three Little Pigs.
John kept walking, glancing around periodically to make sure no one was running screaming about a giant wolf. His paws still ached pretty bad from his fire rescue, but knowing those two children were alive and safe because of him was worth it.
He made it about halfway to the park he had seen when an explosion rocked his world, his sensitive ears were ringing, his nose assaulted by the smell of smoke once more, and his eyes closed tight to keep falling debris from getting into them.
John's first instinct was to flatten himself to the ground then as his hearing returned he heard the screams of the people in the park. John didn't hesitate at all, he sprang to all four paws once again and sprinted to the source of the disaster.
When he reached the park it was pure chaos, people were rushing every which way, some towards the blazing fire that was rapidly engulfing what looked like a small delicatessen, most were trying to get away from it though. John could see several bodies trapped under rubble.
Not wasting anymore time he leapt forward to help move to free those trapped. Shifting in the blink of an eye back to his human form John helped a group of men lift a large piece of rubble off of a young couple. Once they were pulled back out of harm's way the men moved to the next piece of rubble.
Systematically they pulled or carried the unconscious bodies to safety as the firefighters swarmed the scene to fight the spreading fire. The small antique shop to the left of the deli had caught on fire, and the flames were about to reach the salon on the right.
Once it looked like everyone had been pulled from the rubble John started examining people to make sure that there were no life threatening injuries to be dealt with. Thankfully the worst wound he found was a broken arm, a young man had been pinned under the rubble and his arm had been snapped in three places.
John administered what first aid he could before paramedics could get there, and once the cops showed up John decided it was time to leave. He walked in human form to the police barricade that had been set up to keep the civilian gawkers back and immediately wished he hadn't, because right in front of him with her jaw wide open was Sally Donavon.