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( 🗡 )t𝘓𝘈𝘙𝘚 𝘝𝘐𝘌𝘙𝘙𝘈
────────xxxxx𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘,





xxxxxwow. not even gonna respond, eh? could've at least threw him a 'thanks, you're the best,' or something. now he just had to sit awkwardly, leaned against the granite while ajax did his best to seduce the poor cop. better entertainment than he'd had for a while, but they had also taken away his television privileges when he was caught pulling an all-nighter with a remote in one hand, staring lifelessly at an episode of ninety-day fiance. what could he say, tlc just understood him in a way nobody else did. now, thanks to them, he had no excuses for the circles under his eyes. god only knows he doesn't know how to work a phone, poking around until he ends up throwing the device across the room with an equally aggravated and annoyed huff, or with a middle finger like the thing was a person he could physically fight.

speaking of people he'd like to physically fight - constance walking in through the back door. a face he would never enjoy seeing. he folded his hands into fists, rubbed his knuckles in his eyes. her feet were pointed directly towards him, and he could already feel the rant he'd earn himself. but he didn't expect a massive crack - like someone swung a bat at his head, as if it were some baseball barrelling towards them - and immediate pain.

god, mother of jesus, it rolled in like a storm, then thunder split his brain in half. a headache worse than any he'd seen before in the nineteen years he'd suffered on earth. and in a blue area of sky, constance hissed at him something he couldn't understand, head too foggy from her goddamned expression of self-importance. "i swear to god, do that sh--," the words died in his throat, pale brown gaze flitting from constance to the detective standing between their doorframe and then back. "next time it'll be a knife to the throat, i promise you." he quietly growled, pointing his finger in promise.

stars lit his vision, still dizzy from the blow. hey, if they were gonna sit here and yell at him, he'd gladly tell the officer they were the ones behind the murder, that miss constance rivera had confessed her plans to him, and she knew he'd tell. but then he'd probably get sent to jail, and... ugh.

his head was still pounding, and it took all his force to push himself off the countertop, taking wobbly, lightheaded steps towards the back door. hah, like he'd ever get to cleaning it... and his mug was beautiful, thank you very much. unlike hers.

leaning down, lars placed a hand on the somewhat begrimed wood of the back porch, letting himself slip down and sit on a stair. his umber optics wandered, scanning the beaten forest paths. when he first met the pack, he had to will himself to not run off. murderous glares aside, he didn't immediately have any fallout with any of them. they were just normal people, for the most part, and while he rebelled against their method of imprisoning him into their little clan, he hated them all, collectively. the first nights were the roughest, probably. he missed home.

leaning back, he sighed softly, letting a hand travel to a pocket where his butterfly knife rested. nah, enough with the cliche, poor little baby backstory. his hands fidgeted with the weapon, upturning the blade a few times and feigning a few slices, like he was cutting someone up. outstretching an arm in front of him with a yawn, he leaned back onto the palm of his hands. y'know, maybe if he turned right now, growled a lil' bit, the copper would see him and put him out of his misery. anything to get away from this slum of a cabin.

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Through the gunshot still ringing in her ears, Robin could hear screams coming from the thicket lining the path. Her eyes darted around the vegetation, hoping to spot the source of them before ─ if ─ she had to fire her weapon again. She wasn't looking to shoot a bystander by accident. A woman who couldn't have been much older than herself emerged from the bushes. She had chosen an awful time, and place, to appear. The wolf was now surrounded. The wolf. In spite of the years of training and experience, adrenaline had given Robin something resembling tunnel vision. The academy really, really did not cover this. By the time she registered the snarl and reclaimed her line of sight with the beast, it was charging straight towards her. Inky fur bristled, massive clawed feet pounding against the dirt, muzzle warped by a snarl to reveal the sharp teeth that were undoubtedly aimed at the terribly pliant flesh of her throat. The world around Robin slowed to a crawl, measured by the heartbeat thumping in her ears. Being mauled to death by a wolf would at least be an awfully poetic way to die... not that she knew a great deal about poetry.
indentinRobin's feet had been rooted to the ground, but she finally staggered a step back, only to have the heel of her boot collide with the front step of the cabin. She was practically cornered. She wouldn't have time to turn and get inside, and she definitely wouldn't go down with her back turned. Resolve made her fingers tighten around the grip until her knuckles shone bone-white against the skin that had turned rosy from the cold air. Please turn around. Run off, played on a loop inside her head as she skimmed the trigger. Had she not been under the immediate threat of being mauled by the wolf and left bleeding out on some stranger's driveway, she may have actually considered the animal beautiful. It was fit and well-proportioned with a sleek muzzle, all wrapped in dense pitch black fur and two sharp eyes shining in the midst. She really did not want to shoot it. Although, arguably, a wild animal that came this close to humans and the town may have been better off put down. Maybe that was what she could tell herself after.
indentinA split second ─ if not less ─ before she would have made the decision to sink a bullet into the mass of shiny black fur barreling towards her and most likely spent the rest of her week beating herself up over it, the wolf pivoted, charging off the path and into the undergrowth. Robin's fingers darted away from the trigger as she lowered her gun, accompanied by a harsh exhale that made the tension seep out of her muscles. Truthfully, her legs felt boneless and she wanted to fall to her knees, simultaneously cursing and thanking whatever forces had first gotten her into this mess and then helped her out of it, but for the sake of appearances and the surprisingly spotless reputation of the Oxbrook PD, she held herself up with award-worthy composure. She could mull over this once she was back in the safety of her apartment.

Robin's fingers were trembling slightly as she slipped the sidearm back into her holster, and now that the threat was gone, her attention turned immediately to the woman who had appeared just in time to distract her, and should thank her stars that she had burst into the eyeline of someone who was properly trained in handling a firearm. The energy twitching through every muscle in her body fed the urge to yell at her, but she tamped the desire down her throat and aimed for the most authoritative detective-voice she could muster in the circumstances. Before she could tell her to go home in turn, her eyes drifted to the two canines cowering at the woman's feet, one of them nearly as large as the wolf. "Miss, I think it would be best if you leashed your... dogs ─ and went home," she called out, having to consciously put effort into keeping her voice steady. Had she just developed a fear of canines for life? Quite possibly.
indentinRobin was reminded of the man's presence when she heard a low-pitched 'thank you' sounding from the doorstep behind her. She turned around and nodded at him, not entirely certain whether she should have been thanked. She was a detective, not an animal wrangler, and something in her plan had clearly gone terribly wrong, considering she had been inches from a trip to the casket store and an early grave before something had made the wolf turn away. The thought made her quite eager to accept when he offered for her to move indoors, as hesitant as she would have usually been to do that without a partner by her side ─ and all of the other officers had been tied down by other responsibilities at the station.
indentinThen a woman appeared in the doorway so abruptly that the adrenaline still coursing through Robin's veins made her flinch, and she immediately begged of some higher power that no one had noticed. It was the same woman she had seen in the bakery, and although she had been unable to discern it through the window, she was gorgeous. Ridiculously so. Her eyes traveled briefly back to the man to take a more conscious account of his features. Was there something in the water just inside the borders of White Stag? Robin hastily derailed that train of thought, instead trying to act like the detective she was supposed to be. How had she gotten here so fast without passing through the front door? Was there a back entrance to the cabin?
indentinRegardless, it seemed the man's invitation to move indoors had been withdrawn by the woman's harsh greeting. Before she had a chance to launch into a purposeful line of questioning, she remembered that moments ago, she had been charged by a wolf that had strolled onto the driveway of a private residence. "I have a couple of questions about the missing hiker, but I need to call the rangers about that wolf first," she explained as if the thought was as new to her as it would be to them. Robin pulled her portable radio out of her pocket and stared at the small rectangular display for a beat too long before her unwilling fingers began tapping on the keys.


location; Robin's least favourite cabin ─ tagging; Jax, Constance, Eva ─ mentioned; -- ─ wc; 1,088

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the blonde was still rather peeved at the woman with the gun, shooting at innocent wildlife when in the middle of a damn forest. when the wolf makes to attack, eva was a little unsettled, but luckily the beast turns and flees instead. she really doesn't want to have to see more wildlife die from humans' stupidity and ill-placed fears. eva never liked hunters because of this. trophy hunters were even worse. if only there were more people like herself, respectful of wildlife and knowoing if she gets mauled it would be her own fault not the animal's.

evangelina pets her two canines to sooth them, but also to keep herself calm since she was on the verge of screaming some profanities to the clueless city cop on the porch. she murmurs softly to luka, who was still watching robin wearily, and looks over to the cop as well when the woman calls over to her. the attempt at sounding authoritative was almost amusing if it wasn't so annoying. eva grinds her teeth a bit and starts muttering loudly in german, spitting several towards robin rather angrily before switching to a thickly accented english. "you have no power to command me here, we are in the national forest which means unless you are a federal agent employed by the american government, you have no jurisdiction in the forest," to say she doesn't like cops is a bit of an understatement, especially those who carelessly shoot their weapon like this one has. they haven't helped her much so why trust them. eva had learned about the town's police jurisdiction after some young teens decided to try and rob her garden and she reported it only to learn the cops could do nothing but make a note of it.

with eva's sharp words, stella gives a bit of a growl, assuming something was wrong if her owner was upset and because stella was growling, luka pipes in as well with his own deep growls. eva makes a sharp hissing sound and both dogs silence immediately, sitting and watching eva for direction. eva takes a deep calming breath after a moment and runs a hand through her blonde locks to settle her emotions before speaking again, though this time towards constance after hearing and spotting the woman through the doorway. "good morning, connie, seems like you have a lovely little visitor here," she mutters as she makes her way towards the front porch steps. when robin comments about calling in a park ranger, eva couldn't help but scoff and shake her head. "why? so they can come in and kill an innocent wild animal that was confronted by a clueless city girl who has no idea how to act in the damn wilderness?"

eva comes to stand at the bottom of the steps and crosses her arms over her chest while grumbling again in german. stella and luka follow their owner to the steps and sit obediently. their attention to eva was broken upon seeing constance and luka breaks from his sit to pad up the steps. the wolf-dog all but pushes past robin and ajax to get to constance, whining happily as he leans against the woman. he recognizes her as an alpha and keeps his head low while seeking her affections, almost twisting himself off his feet as he does so. stella, on the other hand, remains by eva, but her tail wags quickly against the grass as she stays seated. eva pats stella's head and couldn't help but chuckle a bit at luka's actions. "i think he's missed you, connie, you haven't been around in a few days." she was now much more at ease with constance around, the other woman's presence was calming to eva, having a friend around always helps.

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[Cats&Cucumbers]

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Full Name: Ajax Soltren
Nickname: Jax
Species: Werewolf
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Plays: The Hunter
Location: Living Quarters
Tags: Robin, Uggi, Eva,
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xxxxxJax contained a smirk at Lars' complaints. The kid was a pain in the ass to Constance most of the time, but he hadn't bothered Jax yet, so he didn't hold anything specifically against him. He felt a little bad for him, truth be told, but only ever for a few seconds before he remembered he didn't really care that much.
xxxxxThe sound of the detective's shaky advice to Eva had his attention returning to the small cluster of people in the doorway. Soon to be less small. He noted at Eva's approaching figure. His eyebrows quirked upward in surprise at Eva's backtalk, his lip twitching in exasperation at her formal language, finding it no less pleasant from a civilian than a cop. Both these women— no— all these women needed to get out more, he mentally amended with Constance's sudden appearance. When the cop jumped, he very nearly rolled his eyes, and for once, not at the human in the situation. If the goal was to dampen any suspicion, Constance was doing terribly. He had been doing terrifically, actually, until her untimely arrival. Everyone should just put me in charge of everything. He mulled to himself, absent-mindedly inspecting both Eva's and the officer's backsides as he did. Yes... I should be in control of everything. Always.
xxxxxHis pleasant musings were once again cut off by this blonde forest witch's incessant chatter. Innocent? This time, he did roll his eyes. One of those anti-weapon imbeciles. What's she gonna do, take away my teeth? "It wasn't exactly a bunny." He said pointedly, casting a quick glare at Constance. "Maybe a bullet graze would have taught it to be more careful next time." He added, raising his eyebrows and casting a glance to the side, clearly aware of the controversial nature of his statement and even more clearly not giving a damn. The dog barging past him into his house didn't rub him the right way, either. He didn't mind animals, but they tended not to like him too much. Maybe they sensed the murderous energy. Once again, he could not care less. He didn't need puppies all over him— he had women for that.
xxxxxHe came to the conclusion that he simply shouldn't allow himself to be distracted by his thoughts in the presence of these three, because one of them always did something exquisitely inconvenient to drag him out of them. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight of Constance's almost-strangle, hand-crushing maneuver. So "subtle", Constance. He praised scathingly, his dangerous gaze penetrating her's speaking volumes from over the officer's shoulder. So... so "normal", so incredibly, perfectly, "easy-going" and "not suspicious". Honestly, he didn't understand why he somehow ended up with the bad-guy reputation. Not that he particularly minded.
xxxxx"Yes, her head's been a bit off, lately." He tacked on to the end of his alpha's excuse with a tight smile and a chuckle. "Why don't you have a seat?" He added to the officer, gesturing toward the kitchen counter as he strode further into the house, pointedly pretending the couch didn't exist. The couch meant "staying for a while" and he preferred "staying far away" when it came to cops and bunny-guardians.

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[daices.]

☾ SUZY ☾
〘 location ↠ her bakery | feeling ↠ skittish | tagged ↠ mav, (constance) 〙
“ my eyes wide open, fallin' in and out of focus ”
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Suzy sighed as she collapsed back onto her stool, thudding her face down onto her crossed arms. as she gave herself a lunch break after another couple hours of helping customers, a multitude of townspeople coming and going. "Why do customers never change no matter where you go..." She groaned, voice muffled by her sleeves. "The next time someone asks me, a bakery owner, if I sell anything other than baked goods, I'm gonna..." Kill them? No, that wasn't feasible; Suzy got laughed at when she got mad, she'd get too embarrassed to do anything. The things that she would do to... Not look like a puppy twenty-four seven- no one ever took her seriously. Like that lady from the morning who stole one of her donuts.

So what if she stopped growing in freshman year of high school, or if she couldn't raise her voice cause it would squeak or crack? That didn't mean people could walk all over her. No! She would show them! She would-

Suzy lifted her head, filled with energy, as the door of the bakery let out a merry jingle, ready to try her newfound resolve on the next person who walked in- immediately breaking her rather tenuous bravado when she recognized the individual.

"Mav!" She chirped happily, grinning widely and clapping her hands. "Of course, of course! Here- it's on the house today!" Hey; she was feeling in rather a giving mood today -even if giving had been against her will- so why not keep the trend going? Suzy set a muffin in front of him, still slightly warm from the heated lamps shining on all the pastries.

"Gosh, I feel like it's been forever since I saw you! For a second I thought you didn't like my baking." She gave Mav an exaggerated pout as she puttered about, doing some light cleaning while she scouted for a pastry to eat herself. "Also let me tell you, seeing you is honestly a breath of fresh air; I thought I was gonna lose it. This weird lady came in this morning and yelled at me about her dead wife -which I was very sorry about! Don't get me wrong!- and then she stole a donut. And then she like... Tailed this new lady? I really dunno what's going on. And also right before you came, this grandma came in and scolded me for not selling?? Regular food?? I run a bakery, not a grocery store, y'know? I feel like people either baby me or they think I'm a joke..."

Suzy took a breath, a brief respite in the long-winded ramble she had an unfortunate penchant for. Her gaze met the tv again, still filling the bakery with its low din, before her gaze brightened with an idea. "Mav!! Oh, sorry-" Suzy winced as she accidentally knocked a bite of muffen out of his hands in her excitement.

"So- you know how everyone's been going crazy with all this werewolf talk, right? I feel like..." She lowered her voice, like she was sharing a secret. "I feel like in America, these sorts of things are seen as things you say to scare children, but- in China, spirits have power, have meaning, can manifest into so many things. And I swear the park has a unique energy; I think, if we went into the park, we'd find out the truth behind all of this. Want to come with me? I'm gonna go on a hike tonight."

Not that Suzy was going to change her mind if Mav said no, of course; but it was always nice to explore with a buddy. Strength in numbers, and all.

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A pair of approaching shoes vaguely registered in Robin's peripheral, going largely ignored in favor of the effort that remembering the correct channel was suddenly taking from her racing mind. The sight of the dull green display was unexpectedly replaced with fair skin, her hands being trapped between strong fingers, the handheld device ending up sandwiched somewhere in the middle of it all. Tension shot up her arms at the contact and she went to jerk herself free, only to discover the grip was unyielding. Had it only stopped there. Robin's gaze shot up from the hands to be met with the flames amassing in the woman's green eyes. She was squeezing. The radio was being crushed against her palm with such fervour that Robin could imagine her bones creaking. And she was fairly certain the device had emitted a strained crack. Her heart picked up its pace once more as it had moments ago when she had been staring down the wolf. She wrote it off as the possibility of having the bones in her hand reduced to dust underneath the force of her grip, and not the devouring intensity glaring back at her in every arch of the woman's face.
indentinThe situation was getting stranger by the minute, prompting Robin's instincts to sound the alarms at a staggering volume. The woman didn't appear to be entirely in control of her actions. Even in all of its ferocity, the look in her eyes was distant; she was staring at Robin, right into her eyes, but she wasn't there. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she seemed to return to herself. Although the grip on Robin's hands had loosened, she had lost the initial urge to reclaim them when the woman spoke in a voice that was more strained than the earlier jagged tone. A please was not what she had been expecting in the slightest, much less the explanation that followed. "Oh," she exhaled, and it was the only word she could manage until the woman finally extracted her hands. Robin cleared her throat, blinking to fully rid herself of the spell that had finally been broken. "The wolf... is yours?" she confirmed, slipping the possibly obliterated radio back into her pocket and taking a step back when one of the other woman's massive dogs brushed past her to sprawl itself across the object of her words. Was that even legal? Was this beast legal? Did everyone in this small town have a massive hell-hound of their own, and why had she not been informed of this in advance?

The tension was fully broken in favor of plain hostility by the string of angered─ was that German? The younger woman ─ who seemed to know the residents of the cabin ─ was berating her in German, it seemed. That was until she said something so unexpected in a thick accent that it took Robin a full beat to comprehend it. Apparently, the national park was full of surprises today. It was obvious that she knew she was talking to a detective, and whether she had jurisdiction inside the park or not, it could not have been, under any circumstances, a smart idea to antagonize her. Had Robin been hot-headed in the slightest, it would have taken a single phone call to summon those federal agents she seemed to be longing after, and they most definitely would swarm the park in a way that was much more invasive than the local police department preferred. Not to mention, they certainly would take quite a bit more interest in their right to live on federal land than Robin did. Clueless. City. Girl. She had been called much worse before ─ it was an occupation hazard ─ but this amount of vitriol rising from seemingly nowhere had quickly tipped the situation towards absurdity. She had just been attacked by a wolf. It wasn't as if she had gone wildly shooting out in the woods in the hopes of being mauled, and then getting fired for discharging a firearm without good reason.
indentinGenuine frustration flared somewhere within Robin. Hadn't the woman witnessed the same scene she had? She bit her tongue to avoid the inevitable unemployment if she allowed her thoughts to unravel all over this opinionated stranger. Fortunately, the man chimed in instead, and it became clear she had managed to walk into the middle of some well-known debate in this household. She bristled a little at the man's final comment, but chose to brush it off as banter between three people who clearly knew each other. Instead, the growling of the polyglot's dogs made dread crawl up the nape of her neck. One encounter had been enough, and although she had never truly considered the possibility of being afraid of canines before, the incident had definitely amplified some aversions she could see herself having, looking back. The K9 units she had worked with in the past were nice enough, but whenever others went to greet the dogs, she may have hung back and pretended to look at some immensely important reports. She was a cynophobe in the apparent paradise of wolfdogs. Great.
indentinFor this reason, among others, she finally took the man up on his offer of moving further indoors, simultaneously hoping that none of the dogs would have the bright idea to follow. Frankly, if these people let their wolves run around the park unattended, she had a sudden desire to be within the safety of four walls. Robin was halfway up the steps when the thought struck her like a dissonant chord. If the wolf was a pet, why had the man reacted the way he had? Surely, he would have had to be aware of a hundred-pound animal in the yard. Something was truly off about this household, and she couldn't tell whether it was merely normal small town mischief or if she should have been seriously wary around them.

Robin stepped into the cabin, ignoring the offer to take a seat and choosing to stand instead. She really wanted to get this over with. The spacious interior was lit by ample amounts of natural light flooding in through several large windows. Robin lingered somewhere in the space between the combined kitchen and living room, where her attention was drawn to a familiar face outside, behind what appeared to be a glass door smudged with nose-prints. What was his name? Larry? The few times officers had dropped him back at his parents' place after getting in trouble, this certainly hadn't been the address. What he was doing here, she couldn't say. There was a nagging sensation in the depths of her mind that this visit would merely get stranger, but she did her best to shake the weirdness from her mind and pretend the past ten minutes hadn't happened. The chance to finally do what she knew best immediately made her thoughts run far more coherently.
indentinShe turned around to face the residents, pulling out a picture and a crumpled note with names scribbled all over it. Several of them could have been the man's, but only one matched the woman. "Constance Rivera?" she asked. "Are you the owner of the property?" She held out the picture of Mrs. Amilia Kennedy, their missing hiker. It was the same one that had been distributed to the volunteers. "Does she look familiar? She went missing in the park, about three weeks ago."


location; the cabin that can't surely get any worse... please ─ tagging; Jax, Constance, Eva ─ mentioned; Lars ─ wc; 1,243

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seeing mav approaching, naomi tried to shew faster in attempt to hide the fact that she was eating the froot loops. when he came close and kissed her forehead, she tried to say something in reply, but her words only came out as confusing hums. when he was gone, she swallowed the cereal and stared after him. this was the first time he had left since she had gotten there. and of course she felt bad now, for completely devouring his food. no worries, though, the magazine was still paying her even though she had been gone from home for so long. naomi knew how hard this was for mav, but sometimes she found herself slightly upset with him without meaning to. he had been so close to amilia in a way that she had never been. naomi didn’t regret their icy feud that had lasted her entire life, but she did wish that she could apologize now. for being born, for wrecking amilia’s life, for causing permanent daddy issues for the both of them. and that’s one of the reasons she was here. to apologize.

she realized that now she would be alone. perhaps she could go into town? the thought was almost repulsive. she didn’t even know anybody except for mav. but she was a spitting image of amilia, so perhaps people would be friendly with her. it was surprising that the two were only half sisters when they couldn’t easily been identical twins. naomi pulled a pair of distressed jeans on, and a hoodie over it. when she stepped outside and locked up, she instantly regretted the hoodie. was it... warm outside? once again she longed for new york and it’s predicted, telltale weather.

as she walked, naomi realized that she had absolutely nowhere to go. she passed a bar, hesitated, and then decided that it was too early to been seen in a bar. she’d give it another hour. naomi zoned out and began to focus on the silence of the town. a few voices, a couple ringing bicycle bells, but no loud traffic. no angry cab drivers or wannabe musicians singing on the sidewalks. she wasn’t sure if this was better or worse. distracted by the matter, she didn’t see the puddle until it was too late. in what she thought was slow motion, she planted a foot into the murky, muddy puddle on the sidewalk. her white retro jordan 11’s were instantly coated in the watered down mud. “oh... my.. god...” she breathed, then grasped the roots of her hair. a stupid reason to get this upset, yes, but she was tired of this place. she just wanted to know if her sister was dead or not, and then she wanted to get the hell out of dodge. mumbling curses under her breath, she pivoted and headed straight to the bar.

[azhefa.]

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when everyone started heading inside, eva took it as her cue to leave. she may want to hang out with her friend, but she also doesn't want to have to deal with a cop's endless questions about something that everyone has already been questioned about. "i'm going to head on home then, have fun with all that," calls towards the door which was still open and snaps her fingers at luka who was still trying to get some kind of attention from those inside. the wolf-dog pads out and down the steps with his tail hanging low, seems he didn't get the pets he wants, but perks up when eva gives his head a scratch. she is pushed a little by the large canine as he starts leaning his large hundred plus pound frame against her much smaller one. eva side steps a bit to keep her balance and ends up with a better view of inside the cabin. another person was sat on the couch and it takes her a moment to recognize ajax. she had seen him at the door before but didn't really pay much attention since she had been focused on the cop.

the sight of the rather obviously handsome man makes her heart rate spike a bit and she covers her blush with a soft cough into her fist, looking away as to not be caught staring. she had met ajax before while out hiking and they chatted a while before she left for home, he had been quite pleasant to talk to. it was a little confusing to see him in constance's cabin, perhaps the two were together and she just hadn't figured it out until now. constance had complained before about a guy who lives with her so she must have been talking about ajax. eva was a little disappointed at the thought of having no shot with the only guy she's actually enjoyed speaking to in the past year.

eva clears her throat as she pushes back her emotions and flashes a smile towards constance with a little wave. "i'll see you later, constance, don't be a stranger." her tone was a little off, but she does her best to sound cheerful as she turns to head back home. it was such an odd day already and it wasn't even noontime yet. hopefully things get better as the rest of the day passes. though she wasn't completely convinced it will happen. her two canines hesitate to leave the cabin, but quickly follow eva as she heads back into the forest. she doesn't really know which way was home, but figured she could just wander until she finds something familiar. it's not like she would get hopelessly lost like that one girl, even if she did, she has her dogs to help lead her home.

she follows a rather worn path farther into the forest, a game trail from the looks of all the animal prints. luka and stella were eagerly sniffing around at every little thing they could reach as they walked the trail. a few large paw prints in some mud beside the trail makes eva pause and crouch down to look. she holds her hand next to the print and spreads her fingers to measure the size. "seems like there's some pretty big beasties in the woods, huh luka?" she mutters mostly to herself but includes luka as the hybrid comes to see what she was looking at. the prints were larger than his own which were already quite big so whatever made the tracks must be huge. eva stands and starts back to walking, but then pauses as she remembers the big black wolf that was at the cabin a few minutes ago. constance had claimed it was her own animal she lets roam, but she never mentioned having any pets whenever she came to visit. if she had any, surely she would have mentioned it when she met luka and stella.

it was hard for her to understand why the woman she called a friend would keep such a secret from her. did she think eva wasn't trust worthy enough to know about a wolf? even though she has her own hybrid? it hurt to think such thoughts, but nothing really made sense. eva continued to walk, but she was deep in thought about wolves, secrets, and the only friendship she's had since moving to oxbrook. her two canines had sensed her unease and were alert to any sounds nearby, but didn't know what it was that was bothering their owner. a startled songbird is spooked from it's hiding place in a bush and makes everyone jump, the canines turning to growl at the sound, but the bird was already gone. eva sighs and pets her companions to sooth them and heads off the path and into the underbrush. she had heard the telltale sound of running water and could use a drink after so much walking. eva kneels down to scoop the clear fresh water to her mouth for a drink before sitting heavily on a log nearby while luka and stella start the usual rough-housing. she drops her head into her hands and rubs her face as a headache starts to form behind her eyes. nothing was making sense and it was almost too much for her to think about, but she also can't help but keep thinking about it all since it doesn't make sense and she wants it to. perhaps she'll just have to ask constance about it whenever she sees the woman again. which might not be for a while after the fiasco that happened at the cabin.

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Full Name: Ajax Soltren
Nickname: Jax
Species: Werewolf
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Plays: The Hunter
Location: Living Quarters
Tags: Robin, Uggi,
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xxxxxJax released a soft hiss through clenched teeth as Constance leaned against the couch. Whatever was plaguing the woman right now wasn't his business, and frankly, he was going to be late for his bar shift if this cop didn't leave the house soon. Not that he cared about the bar shift, he had... ways... of getting humans to let him off the hook. But he didn't particularly care for leaving this stranger with free range of his territory, and, loathe as he was to admit it aloud, he did care for Constance— very deeply, in fact— and he had already almost seen her shot once today. No, he wasn't about to leave her alone in the house with an armed stranger, regardless of how capable she thought herself.
xxxxxSo, he poured two glasses of bourbon and placed them on the side table next to the arm of the couch, pointedly avoiding looking at Constance (he was still salty about the whole ordeal) and giving the officer a tight smile. "Helps calm the nerves." He said. He wasn't really expecting either of the wound-up woman to take the offer, but the least they could do to soothe the situation at this point was express hospitality. And the only way he knew how to do that was with alcohol. He then circled back to pour himself one (a considerable size larger, mind you), before plopping himself down on the couch. As he turned to look at the pair, he caught sight of the angry Bunny-guardian on her way out.
xxxxxHot Bunny-guardian, though. He noted as she straightened after bending to pet that cowardly mountain she called a pet. He didn't look away when she turned to see him, merely lifting the drink to his lips as he held her gaze daringly, and a smirk tugged at his lips as he swallowed and she turned away. That was one nice thing about humans— so easy to fluster.
xxxxxShe left soon after, though, and he was forced to return his attention to Constance's bi-polar behavior. One second, her voice hot with hostility, the next, her face drawn with the hidden shadows that plagued her mind. Well, maybe if she hadn't literally ruined his morning, he'd feel a bit worse for her. But the detective hadn't done anything to screw her or him over today besides exist and do her job, so frankly, he thought the alpha's reaction was a tad overkill. "I don't think anyone in this house has seen her, detective." He said after Constance decided to zone out into the woods once again, forcing a sympathetic expression onto his face that seemed so natural, even someone who knew him might have thought he cared. "But we'll gladly keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Constance is right, though, that she likely didn't stand much of a chance against winter in the woods. The animals don't usually mess with people, but the cold and hunger know no boundaries."

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Robin's eyes locked onto the mug clutched in Constance's memorably strong grip. It was dog-themed, sporting a phrase that clashed quite wildly with her impression of the intense woman before her. Not to speak of the paw prints winding their way around the ceramic. The baffling fact that she owned a wolf made marginally more sense; she must have felt right at home, surrounded by the most characteristically canine animal around. Would it have been weird to mention she hoped Constance would have sprung for something closer to a beagle instead? Her gaze drifted upwards from her hands, over high cheekbones and lips pressed into a thin line, to green eyes regarding her with a certain sharpness that was evident even when the gaze in them seemed to drift into the distance. It was difficult to read her. The second Robin believed she had grasped the emotion and intent on display, it seemed to shift, or flicker away to some absent thought, only to return to what it had been before, never losing any of its piercing edge. Frankly, she wasn't certain whether Constance wanted to punch her or offer to buy her a drink. Both possibilities were unnerving.
indentinShe could have sworn she saw some ink peeking out from underneath Constance's shirt as she dropped onto the couch. Strange as it was, somehow that was among the most shocking things she had witnessed that day; it wasn't the most shocking, but it was definitely up in the top three. As harsh as Constance had been throughout the entirety of their rather bizarre interaction, the atmosphere around her was somehow dignified, perhaps even respectable, if not plain authoritative, and no matter how much her erratic actions and the words she spoke managed to clash with it, Robin could still hear it in her tone.
indentinThe tension between Constance and the man ─ who had still not offered Robin his name ─ was palpable. They exchanged bitter looks, and released rather exasperated sighs that Robin wouldn't have caught if she hadn't been trained to do exactly so, and as the man sat beside her on the couch, the air between them seemed charged with something deeper than mere familial disagreement. Speaking of familial ties, she had no idea what the relationship between the two of them was; the man wasn't wearing a ring, but Constance's was on clear display as she clutched the silly mug. Could they have been related? Their being siblings could have explained the clearly persistent hostility that hadn't been enough to drive them out of each others' lives. Not to mention, they certainly shared the well defined features and piercing eyes.

The brief silence had been broken by the sound of glasses clinking against a surface. Robin glanced at the bourbon before offering the man a curt nod as if to thank him for the gesture, even if she wasn't about to take him up on it. "Can't drink on the clock," she pointed out. Or in the morning. Above all, it seemed that getting back on track had calmed her nerves enough to let Constance's jab roll off her without much effect, although for a moment, it appeared that the correct answer to her earlier question would have been punching, but then her demeanor eluded Robin again. It was a given that she wouldn't reciprocate the accusatory tone, whether she wanted to or not, considering it most likely would have merely reflected badly on her as a detective ─ and the previous incident in the yard should have been enough of that for one day.
indentinMurdered? Who said anything about murder? She had been expecting a straightforward 'no' or 'I don't think so', which tended to be the usual answers. Foul play was certainly on the table, as it had been ever since the report, but they hadn't been able to track down anyone who knew her, much less someone who could have had a motive. Constance seemed to know quite a lot about the area, and not to mention, it sounded as if she had first hand experience of its treacherous terrain. Perhaps Robin shouldn't have expected anything less from someone who lived within the boundaries of White Stag, and apparently owned a solid ten miles of it as well.
indentin"I never mentioned foul play," the words were said in passing, a nonchalant retort to Constance's off-beat haste to defend the integrity of the collective human population. Robin cleared her throat for the second time that morning and pivoted the conversation to another, hopefully more productive direction. "Our goal right now is to track down someone who knew her, who might tell us about her plans, or at least how experienced she was. Teams have been sweeping the park since the beginning, but it would help us narrow the search down from impossible to optimistic," she detailed, the tail end of her words more confessional than anything she ever would have said in front of friends and family, but it was honest. The park was vast, and although they had started with the common campsites and popular trails, that approach had yielded no results. It seemed that Amilia had strayed from the beaten path, and as Constance had mentioned quite pointedly, the area was full of perils. Her brow furrowed briefly. "But I'll make sure to keep the cougars in mind." The man's answer was much more grounded, but in essence, it wasn't far from the one preceding it; they didn't know anything, and the wilderness in White Stag was dangerous.

indentinRobin wrote down a series of numbers on the back of the picture before placing it down on the end table next to her untouched glass of bourbon. "You can always call the station, but that's my cell number. Call me if you think of anything," she spoke, more aimed towards Constance than the man ─ he seemed like the type to use her number to try scoring a date. Not that she really believed either of them would contact her even if they suddenly remembered something they already hadn't, but it was worth a shot. Robin was already on her way towards the front door, but she stopped just before reaching it, turning to glance at the two figures sitting on the couch. "or if you want to volunteer. There's another group going out later today." It wasn't a hollow offer; they would likely know the area better than any volunteer coming from town.


location; the cabin in the woods, but not that one ─ tagging; Jax, Constance ─ mentioned; -- ─ wc; 1,081