(WHOO, busy day ^_^ )
Dion gave up trying to sleep around five in the morning and rolled out of bed with a sigh and trudged to the shower. He spent a good thirty minutes in the cold water, just standing there and letting it wake him up for the most part before cleaning off and getting out. It only took him a moment to dress, a pair of old, worn out jeans and a plain, blue tee-shirt that was obviously old and most people would have thrown out by now thanks to the holes in the elbows and around the ends of the sleeves. He grabbed a backpack with a couple books, a granola bar, and his keys then walked out the door.
Draven walked silently alongside Mercy. He really wanted to talk with her but it wasn't the kind of conversation you had with someone else around so he kept quiet and just let his thoughts whirl. The thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the sound of Mercy's voice and he picked his head up to look at her and nodded, "Yes, they were together when they left, I doubt they would've parted." He knew the two of them were a mated pair so there would be little reason for them to leave the cabin together and not return together unless something really bad had happened, and if that were the case the feeling Mercy was getting would be much stronger than just worry.
Adonis barely bit back the laugh that tried to escape at the sight of his mate rolling head-over-paws and when he had complete control over it he gave her a grin and replied, "What did not happen?" he winked at her then moved a little closer to her so it was harder for them to just stare at each other, but his shoulder brushed against hers, the closeness was better than being able to watch each other anyway.
Theron looked back and forth across the empty street as he walked, it was late so there weren't many people about. He soon saw a pub though that looked like it was still a little active so he headed towards it. His plan was to maybe get a meal and listen to the talk, he would try to find the hunters tomorrow if they didn't find him tonight, which tended to happen since if someone that knew his profession looked at him they could easily tell what he did. He pushed the door open and ignored the looks he got. Someone tried to tell him pets were allowed inside but he just turned his dark, obviously demented eyes on them and they let it be. He found a table in the corner and the wolf laid down underneath, totally out of the way.










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