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[Erebaras]

Winter was dead asleep until she heard Morag moving. Kris had always joked that she could sleep through anything except a person barely moving in the same room. She watched him with half open eyes and made no attempt to move from her curled up sleeping position.

Kris hadn't been able to sleep at all. The whole night, he stared at the ceiling, rolling all of the scenarios in his mind. When he heard the detective get up, he sat up and stared at the door, half expecting Winter to walk in with her rough morning mood and ask him why he was still in bed. He shook and rubbed his head before climbing out of bed and walking into the kitchen. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday and slept in for he had nothing else at the moment. "Sorry about last night." was all he said when he saw Jacob. Another thing he thought about while staring at the ceiling. The man was just trying to help and be nice.

[Alpha*]

Jacob looks up from bacon that he is laying on a plate. "What? No its fine, that was strange of me." he asks like hes got no idea. "Apple pie and Bacon's for breakafast. Hope you dont mind." a smile.

Morag gently lays the blanket over her, thinking she is asleep, pulls his jacket on and slips out of the tent - jipping the door behind him. Wrapping one hand in his sleave he begins to beat the snow off the roof and away from the sides.

[Erebaras]

Kris shook his head. "No." he said with emphasis then shook his head. "Well, in a way it was. But I mean I shouldn't have been harsh. You seem like a good guy and all, but I... I need to talk to my sister first..." What if he couldn't? What if they found her dead? He wouldn't be able to look at the guy, much less be his roomie. "I don't mind about the food." he added like an afterthought.

Winter sat up when he left. She knew she should go help him, but something stopped her. She sighed and watched where he hit the tent. He needed something to do, she understood that. Sighing again, she laid down once more and stared at the door, her eyes completely open this time.

[Alpha*]

James serves, "Milk or..cocoa...or...?" he asks setting the plates and things on the table. He pours himself a glass of milk, waiting. Yawning.

When the first project is done Mor moves off to find wood. He coughs loudly, bowing over with the force. It hurt. He can only find alittle wood, and shaking off the snow he returns. In the overhang area he stomps off the snow from his clothes and boots before going in. "Oh you're awake." he says, trying to hide his pain.

[Erebaras]

"OJ?" Kris asked. He took note of the yawn. He wasn't the only one sleep deprived.

Winter nodded. "Since you woke." she mumbled, her voice proving she was still groggy. "How do you feel?" She studied him without moving anything except her eyes. "If you say fine, I might murder you." she added, closing her eyes.

[Alpha*]

Immidiately, James nods and serves a glass before taking a seat. A quiet moment and then he is serving himself, not speaking a single word as he also serves Kris. "Eat all of this." he states shoving the heavy-laden plate over - his own larger.

"Sorry I woke you." he says stripping his coat and laying on the mat, having unzipped the sleeping-bag to its full size. Morag mumbles an 'I'm already dead.' and then coughs horribly. "How do you feel?" he'd get up and make breakafast in a minute, trying to change the subject with a counter. At least they wouldnt run out of water, doesnt want to get dehydrated. But at the moment he doesnt feel like drinking or eating. "I think I'll survive." he tells her with a bright grin that doesnt reach his eyes.I think m abdomen is stiff...three, maybe four days. he thinks, alittle bitter but doesnt say. He still doesnt get up from where he lays.

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Kris attempted a smile as he stared at the plate for a moment. "Thanks." he said before starting to eat a bit. He was never a big eater and Winter always made fun of him, saying he was a bird, not a wolf. At that thought, he subconsciously rubbed his left shoulder blade where his wolf tattoo was hidden under his clothing. He sighed and ate about half the plate before looking at the detective.

"Sore." Winter said. Her eyes flashed open when he answered her question though. "You better." she grumbled. She felt her tongue ready to lash out at his attempt to sidestep her threat, but she didn't really want to put much effort into it. It was still morning for Pete's sake. She took in his smile, but didn't fully comprehend the look in his eyes. "Don't worry about getting me breakfast. I'm not hungry..." she mumbled as she closed her eyes again, wanting to believe she was at home and arguing with Kris on getting up for school.

[Alpha*]

"You have questions." states James between shovling bites of food into his mouth as fast as he can empty his mouth. He pauses to take a drink of milk and then the process is continued.

Morag doesnt get up. He doesnt feel inclined, but he has to smile and color abit at her threat - she had to care alittle. "We'll eat later then." he agrees, because he isnt hungry.

[Erebaras]

Kris shrugged. "Not ones you can answer with honesty." he said, starting to play with his food, unable to eat more at the moment. His mind wandered to the other times she disappeared. Once was jail, a couple times she had been kidnapped, and others she just didn't come home. Maybe he was overreacting, but they were closer now then they were in Chicago. "What are the chances she was actually kidnapped?" he asked suddenly. "And not by that boy I drew. You know him."

Winter nodded some. She knew she could last a long time before being hungry again, but she didn't want Morag to wait long. She figured he wouldn't eat unless she did and he would only do it to amuse her. Sleep started tugging her down again. No more sleep. She opened her eyes, hoping it would help her stay awake.

[Alpha*]

James hesitates, and puts his empty spoon down, chewing slowly, thoughtfully. "You cant tell. But...pretty high right now. That's what I've been investigating... a series of kidnappings. Girls and their boyfriends. About seven days later they reappear...not...alive." he says honestly.

Morag coughs a bit, "Would you like to hear some stories?" he asks her, fishing the grimms fairy tales from the bag, then the ziplock to protect it from liquid damage.