The sun, in what was becoming an unhealthy and troublesome habit, beat down mercilessly on yet another traveler plodding through the desert. One might mistake this particular one for a werewolf, and indeed many a one had indeed done just that. The mistake was perfectly understandable; what else was one to conclude when faced with a big, hairy humanoid fellow standing only a few inches short of seven feet in height, sporting a tail, muzzle, pointy ears, pointy teeth and such? But to the learned, several telling signs told the truth of things. The traveler displayed plantigrade locomotion rather than the digitigrade sort, marking him as a Vaan, a people who, fed up with the severity and frequency of the problems that the previously described confusion with bloodthirsty lycanthropes had caused, chose to seclude themselves and minimize contact with others. This had in fact only made the occurrence of confusions more frequent, as people knew less of them than ever before as a result, but since they weren't around to be confused with other less savory beings the Vaan considered it an acceptable side effect.
Also, most werewolves didn't wear glasses. The traveler of course, as has been implied, did, and at this particular moment stopped to remove them from his muzzle and clean them. He had just seen something which led him to believe that they were not functioning properly, and in such situations such a cleaning resolved the problem most effectively. After a final dry he placed the two pieces of glass set within their delicate metal frame back on his muzzle where it had rested for innumerable hours, weeks and years, and there in plain sight, clear as ever, was that something which reason told him which he should not be seeing. An oasis, with an improbable amount of people gathered about it. He considered that perhaps it was an illusion. Whatever it was, it called to be investigated in the most first hand and personal manner possible, and so throwing all caution to the wind he padded forward, straight into the midst of an apparent scuffle of lethal proportions. He took the natural course of action: waved his hand in a slow, exaggerated arc and in a drawn out breath said "Heeellooo?" in his deep voice.
