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[Stargazer3000]

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Johann Vidar | tagged: the pack, Dakota | location: pack cabin
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Upon Kota's offer to move things along in the sheriff's office, Johann let out a soft sigh and ran his hand down over his face, pausing to rub his eyes. It was bad enough that he'd put the pack in unnecessary danger, but now that Kota was offering to betray the integrity of her job to fix his mistakes? It was untenable. This guilt of his failures momentarily choked him, and he watched silently as Dakota made her way back to the cabin. Groaning softly, Johann followed after her, murmuring to the rest of the pack as he left, "l'll talk to her."

Though he arrived to the cabin minutes after Dakota, Johann gave her a bit to cool down by pulling out the necessary ingredients for dinner; pasta bolognese was about the only thing he could cook well, and so it was frequently a staple in the little household. After everything was on the counter, and he felt that she'd had time to breathe, Johann made his way to her room and entered for the second time that day with a knock. "Kota," he groaned, "you know I can't ask you to do...that. You're so damn good at your job, so good at everything really, and that's just too much. We, the pack, we can do this on our own," after a pause, he took an impulsive step closer, and though he started to reach for her hand he stopped himself, instead catching her eyes and stating in a firm, clear voice, "Kota, I can do this."

Before waiting for her response, or being ready to hear it if he was honest, Johann turned and made a bee-line back to his room. On the way he pulled off his father's tie and jacket, unable to stand the thought of being in them for even one minute more. Shutting the door firmly behind him, he sunk down onto the edge of his mattress with a defeated sigh, his head dropping into his hands.

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Farris Sannhildr | tagged: Tema | location: local forest
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As Tema began to describe her reason for being in the woods, Farris' eyes lit up in excitement, already itching to ask and see if she could look at her sketches. Farris was always looking for new illustration techniques to add to her repertoire, and they were especially needed since her camera had been...compromised so early into the investigation. However, before she could get the chance to excitedly ask if the women could compare notes, Tema asked about her 'heirlooms'. Without missing a beat, Farris nodded, "Oh those? Yeah we found them eventually, took us a while though! We ran into a bit of trouble with the funeral but, overall it went fine. Thanks for asking, that's really sweet of you" she finished, genuinely touched by the consideration of a near stranger. Well, not a stranger for much longer, but a friend in the making if she could help it. "So, ah, I realize that this might be a bit rude, especially since we don't know each other that well, but would you mind if I looked at your sketches? I don't know if you remember, but I'm a biologist, and I've been trying to do some sketches of my own of local plants, but they're...well let's just say that they're absolute abominations." Shuddering for effect, Farris continued, "You can look at them if you want, but do so at your own risk," while pulling her field notes journal from her bag. She always carried multiple journals on her at all times and her personal one had no mention of the wolves or their habitats, instead focusing on little bits of local biology that she found fascinating; it was this journal that she now offered to Tema.

[gollygeegolly]

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hunter, 28, location: hunter house, forest mentioned: jack, farris, tema
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Like magic, the comforting, friendly smile that once adorned Evangeline's features instantly melts off as they exit and make their way back to the house. "That was a little too suspicious, Jack," she says, staring straight ahead, "we'll have to keep an eye on them." Her face remains stoic the entire trip home as she thinks back to the funeral. The way the man came at Jack was far too confrontational for Evangeline's liking, and those that immediately swarmed to his defense- Henry, was it? She'll have to make a note of that once they returned to the headquarters, him as well as that Lucy person.

As soon as they stepped through the front door of the house, Evangeline made a point to slip into some a bit more comfortable. Sure, it was nice to dress up every once in a while but her normal tank top and shorts were just the better choice for convenience sake. Once she was changed and feeling much more comfortable, she exited the bathroom and dropped off her dirty clothes in the shared room. Things were lightly shuffled around, as if someone had been there just before Evangeline.

She makes her way downstairs, mulling over going out do to a quick scouting trip before her shift at the diner in a few hours. She's quick to make up her mind when falling upon the note pinned to the front door. Evangeline pulls it off, glossing over the words in silent contemplation wondering if she should bother to join. If she's being honest, Evangeline is quietly fond of Farris (not that she would ever admit it out loud) and would likely choose her company over others, especially when they get rowdy. She finds herself walking the couple feet to the kitchen, spotting food and helps herself to a couple fries as she moves the note down on the counter by the take out bags, the grease spots signature to the diner. Finally deciding that she'd like a chance to scout even just once today, Evangeline slips her shoes on. Tucking necessary weapons away, she finds Jack while strapping protective gloves to her hands.

"Headed out to join Farris to scout for a bit. I'll let you know if we find anything, don't wait up." She turns on her heel and heads out the door. Finding her is relatively easy, if a bit of a walk. She doesn't make herself known right away, watching as Farris speaks to a girl that Evangeline can't quite place. She's suspicious immediately.

Evangeline finally makes herself known once the notebooks come out. Purposefully, she steps on a twig and watches them spin at the sudden crack. Her eyes narrow to slits once she properly takes in Tema. Her jaw clenches as it clicks why her face looks so familiar. "You were at the funeral." It's not an inquiry but rather almost an accusation. Her eyes turn to steel, taking her sweet time looking away from Tema as she addresses Farris, "I think we have a few more important things to worry about other than sharing journals."

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human, 22, location: mechanic shop, mentioned: bruno, leo
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Finally, finally it's time for Max to finish up work for the day. Wiping the sweat off his brow(and subsequently smearing some grease on his cheek), he tosses the garage's keys to one of his coworkers fresh out of school. They're still working on a car engine and likely won't be done for another half hour. He's nearly drooling at the thought of picking up a sandwich and fries at the diner or even just snatching a pastry from Charlie's. He wonders if Leo's still working or finished passing out food at the funeral, suddenly feeling empathy for Bruno as well, knowing he was rather close to the man they were paying homage to. It makes him feel just a touch guilty for not going.

He's just turned and headed for his own rather beat up up car when he's spotting two familiar figures just up the road. A silly grin grows on Max's face before he can help it. He cups both hands over his mouth as he shouts, "hey! The Doofus Convention is that way!" He points in the direction they came from, jogging to catch up to the pair in greeting. Once they've gotten their hello's out of the way, Max is quick to take in Bruno's outfit with a teasing whistle. "Nice getup, dude."

After he's let out all the quips and banter he could possibly think of, Max twirls his car keys tauntingly in front of Leo and Bruno. "Up for food? I'll drive." He shoves both hands into his pockets as they head over to his convertible attempting to think up the best way to bring up such a sore subject. "So, uh, how was the funeral? Didja cry?" He adds the last part in a lame attempt at lightening the mood but finds himself wincing, unsure if he should have in the first place.

[Ashton_99]

<<Dakota M. Calhoun>>
○ Pack Member ○ ♀ ○ 26 ○ Pan ○ Location: Cabin ○ Tags: Johann ○
Dakota was half asleep over her covers when a knock woke her up. She wasn't even quite sure what was happening until Johann was gone from her doorway again. Groaning, she flopped backwards, letting out a less than attractive noise of frustration. She sounded more like a grumbling bear than a frustrated wolf. "He really can't make anything easy for me." She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to sort through the volley of thoughts and emotions in some kind of healthy manor. "What am I gonna do?" the question was asked aloud with no one to hear it but the little stuffed wolf on her dresser that she'd bought as a joke back when she first joined the pack. Rudely, it didn't offer an answer to magically solve all of her problems so Dakota was on her own.

Making a face at her reflection in the mirror next to it, Dakota talked to herself, "Alright. First things first, we have got to stop being angsty. There's a job to do and we've got to get it done." She paused and nearly laughed at herself, wearing a smile that was genuine even with the exhaustion wearing at the corners, "Should also probably stop talking to myself because that's what crazy people do but hey we're already here." Dakota stretched and put the grin back on, hyping herself up enough until it felt real. She now addressed the little wolf again instead of her own reflection, like that was somehow less weird, "Alright Blueberry, lets talk to the boss because he's a goofy coward who walked away before I could start arguing. Then lets find that pasta because carbs." She nodded and walked out her door and down the hall. Her head was held higher than it had been when she came back. In her arm was the little stuffed animal, Blueberry.

Dakota stopped when she got to the door she was looking for, Johann's. She debated how to go about this, despite her usual approach coming to mind Dakota figured that barging in right now might not be the best thing to do. Instead, she rested her head against the wood of the door and started speaking even if Johann wasn't there or listening. Her voice dropped quieter, "Hey. I-" She sighed, "Look, the people here? They're my family too and I would do anything, anything, to keep them safe. If-if doing what I need to through work is what it takes to do that? Then it's what I'm going to do." She hesitated for a moment and took a breath, "Johann, I know you're strong. But like you said we're a pack, and we're stronger together and using all of our resources. Let me do my part." The sound of Dakota's soft, sock clad footfalls went back down the hall towards the stairs. Left at the door was a little stuffed wolf with a blue ribbon around it's neck.

[bee]

────𝐵𝑅𝑈𝑁𝑂 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇 𝐵𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑅 !!

pack memberx21 y/oldxxxxlocation.xleaving funeralxxxxtaggedxleo, max (johann)
xxxx the wolf respected leo's refusal to visit the pack house. it wasn't really bruno's favorite place, either. no privacy, little quiet. too many people shoved under one roof caused ruffled feathers too often. getting out of the house without someone breathing down his neck was difficult, so bruno wanted to stay away from it as much as possible, too. he was aware that leo was uncomfortable around the pack for whatever reason - he didn't question it. they were weirdos. "you're so hardheaded, that knife would break in half as soon as it touched it. superman would be shaking in his speedos." bruno gave a soft snort, shaking his head. he turned his head to watch as he stepped over a curb as they continued down the street. "that dude is, like, stupid strong. he'd find a way to kill me, guaranteed." this was true. johann was a scary guy. bruno felt like a twig compared to him. he wasn't a bad person. but his presence made bruno's palms sweat and his fingers twitch, like he was sitting across from his principal after vandalizing the school. he felt like he always had to prove something to the older man or risk being chastised. avoiding his company was the easiest way to relax.

he turned just in time to see leo's sweet smile in the girl's direction, prompting a dramatic eye-roll from the werewolf. he was just a big ray of sunshine, not a bad bone in his body. it was sickly sweet and made bruno question his own morality sometimes - mostly ending with him concluding that leo was just annoyingly positive, and bruno himself was a realist. he listened as the man asked if he'd seen him, and he shook his head with a shrug. "no sir, i didn't. he's probably at the mechanic shop with his head shoved in an engine." max worked there, and was good at his job. now was around the time that the kid would be having his lunch break. they were nearing the shop, anyway. might as well stop by and see if max was there.

"hey! the doofus convention is that way!" bruno's amber eyes snapped up at the familiar voice. the brown haired boy stood
some yards away with a big ol' goofy grin on his face, then came jogging up to them. bruno happily pranced forward to meet his good friend. the usual greeting, the werewolf slipped in some namecalling and a soft slug on the shoulder for the smart remark. he stepped back and gestured towards his outfit with outstretched hands, striking somewhat of a pose. "why, thank you! you're looking beautiful yourself." bruno reached out and lovingly wiped the dark grease streak from max's cheek, shaking his head and offering a lopsided smile.

at the mentioned of food he groaned. "please. i'm starving. shotgun, sucker." bruno turned to gently touch leo's elbow, a silent demand for him to hurry up and follow. he strode hurriedly after max, eager to get some food in him after such a terrible morning. the boy's convertible was a bit beat up, but the old thing held so many memories that bruno adored it. "so, uh, how was the funeral? didja cry?" the question caught the wolf by surprise. he turned to look stupidly at max, catching his wince following the comment.

then bruno burst into a heave of laughter. not only was the question deathly ironic, but his body and mind needed a good laugh after everything today. grieving was tiring, holding back your ability to grieve even more so. now that he was in the presence of his best friends, it was a bit easier. the tan boy gave max a playful slap on the back. "did i cry? man, i almost started placing bets. they started fighting, dude. at an old man's funeral. how screwed up is that?" he cackled, then reached up to wipe a tear from his eye. it was darkly, darkly hilarious to him. "my pa...my family started arguing with this guy that had biceps bigger than my head. you shoulda been there. me and leo dipped out quick." he caught himself, nearly calling the group his pack. that'd be a bit hard to explain to his human friends. he released a heavy, happy sigh and trotted to the other side of the car to open the passenger side door.

[Ashton_99]

||Jack U. Kaʻaukai||
○ Leader Of The Hunters ○ ♂ ○ 34 ○ Location: Hunters' House ○ Tags: Evangeline ○
Jack hummed in a vauge agreement to Evangeline's statement. The softness of his demeanor at the funeral was gone so quickly it was impossible to tell there was even a chance that it could of been there in the first place. Personally, Jack didn't enjoy talking much, but when others did it they handed over all kinds of valuable information. A woman had called 'Henry' Mr Vadir, which was the wolf's name. This didn't match up to the fact that the other woman claimed that 'Henry' was just a close family friend to Mr. Vadir. Interesting information indeed. On the short way home, Jack picked apart more details. Namely one including a flash, two of his missing hunters, and one very flustered looking woman who they had passed on the way out of the funeral. Oh Farris and Bright would have some explaining to do for sure.

He nodded when he and Evangeline parted ways at the door, going to his own space to change and take off the tie that felt like it was choking him more than anything. He paused when his gaze caught on the the four letters written in stylized script over his heart. It was the only thing that broke up the traditional Hawaiian ink that spilled over from his arm. Jack store at it for a moment longer, the long buried feelings of grief and guilt stirred before he quickly finished pulling on his shirt. He walked out and found Evangeline looking for him. "Fine. Be back and bring Farris back without starting any fights, find Brandy too if you can. We all need to talk." It was evident by his tone that he was less than pleased with Farris (and Bright) at the moment even without knowing all the details about what had gone on during their scouting at the funeral.

Now alone, mostly, Jack set himself to work. A book about Cranberry and the surrounding area in hand while he started ordering details of the Funeral in his mind.

[APH Siantia]

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗
➢ pack member | female | twenty-two | location - pack cabin + surrounding area | mentions/tags - dakota, johann
After a while, Annie finally felt that she had patrolled the area enough. She walked back towards the cabin following the trails she had gone on. SHe didn't notice anything off about any of the trails so she felt a little safer, thinking the hunters hadn't found their cabin just yet. She began to smile a bit some of her emotions lessening the stress she had been feeling the past week. Finally, she made her way back to the cabin and found Dakota in the kitchen. She smiled a greeting, "Just finished patroling. I didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. So that's probably a good sign." She was only trying to convince herself, but she would probably go out patrolling again later that night. "Though if you want to go do a patrol later that's fine with me too. I'm probably gonna head up and change into something clean." With that, Annie left Dakota and started up the stairs. Just as she was walking down the hallway she noticed Dakota's stuffed wolf. She looked at the door to Johann's room and sighed. He was probably beating himself up over what happened. She looked around to see if anyone else was around and pursed her lips. She stepped close to the door, picked up the stuffed wolf and knocked twice. "Johann?" She didn't hear an answer and sighed. "Johann, I'm coming in." she spoke softly, "And no you can't stop me." She opened the door slowly and entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Hi..." She raised the stuffed wolf in her hand, "Dakota left this little guy out for you. Or at least I think she did since he was waiting outside for you."

[InfiresAddiction]

♄ Zhou Li Chen ♄
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Leo nodded along with Bruno, more or less agreeing with him. Perhaps since he wasn't a wolf, he didn't see the all of the alpha's personalities, but he seemed charming and respectful. Even though Leo was taller than Johann, he could sense the great strength of the alpha. If there was anyone Leo didn't want to get in a fight with, it was the him. "Yeah, there's a whole lot of brute strength in that guy." He chuckled and patted the younger teasingly on the head. "Better hope you're a fast runner." He sing-songed. Briefly, he wondered how the pack was holding up. It must have been a difficult transition to go through with the former alpha's son rising up to his place.

Leo gave caught the eye-roll, giving Bruno a questioning look. He felt sometimes that the younger got annoyed when he smiled too much and got to cheery. Was it bad to smile so much? Now that Leo thought about it, he did seem like one of those annoying people in movies who smiled way too much. In the end, Leo brushed off Bruno's action, crediting it to his slightly cynical nature. For the sake of the younger, he put on a neutral face, and simply nodded when he passed someone he knew.

Leo snorted a the 'sir' as they neared the shop. Being called sir made him feel old. "Hey, keep that for your boyfriend or dad." He chided, giving his head a carefree shake. "Too bad he missed it, though. It was sad as hell to watch, but quite entertaining." He wondered why the mechanic hadn't shown up, but he knew that Max was also working hard, so it was no surprise that he didn't have time to show up. Leo mainly went to have an excuse to get off of work and keep Bruno company.

Leo's eyes lit up as he laid eyes on the aforementioned mechanic, watching him jog up to them. He put him in a headlock, digging his knuckles into his skull. "Doofus convention? You're house is the other way, what are you saying?" He let him go, allowing him greet Bruno. As they talked, he ran his hand over the roof of the car affectionately, not minding it's slightly tattered state. For him, it meant that the car was well loved. Either that, or Max was a bad driver. Both worked.

At the mention of food, Leo perked up, turning back to his two friends. "Yeah, let's go to the pub, I could use a drink right now. We can pick something up from the cafe after." He suggested, leaning against he car. He made a face as Bruno claimed the front seat, moving as if to lick his hand. "Whatever. At least I'll be snug in the back when Max crashes into a tree." He drawled, smacking Max softly on the hip before opening up the door to the driver's side.

At first, he paused, frowning at Max's unintentionally insensitive add-on, but relaxed at Bruno's loud peals of laughter. after all, he wasn't the one grieving here. "Cry? It's a funeral, not a damn chick flick. They should have played Celine Dion in the background if they wanted a tear or two out of me." He chortled, resting his large arm on the open door. He nodded along as Bruno talked about the whole fiasco. He only got in after they closed there doors, buckling up quickly. "Alright, let's get it." He cheered, checking the time on his watch. He couldn't be out too late, or he'd have trouble getting up early tomorrow morning.

[Stargazer3000]

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Slowly a thick silence settled over the room, crawling in like a fog as Johann sat on the edge of his bed, tense and unmoving. It was nice, if he was being honest, to just sit. The day had drained him, the whole affair had drained him, and though he'd spent most of his life being warm, and open, and ready for anything, today he was just tired. He wasn't used to all this excessive moping, didn't like it really, but it just felt as though everything was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. As he waited for the moment to pass, and for the fog to lift so he could go back to doing was he was born to do, the sound of soft footsteps outside of his door drew his attention. As Kota began to speak, he stayed as still as a statue, unmoving as she simply and quietly reasoned with him, and though he wanted to respond, there was nothing for him to say, not really. He could easily order her not to go down that road, but Lars had always taught him that demanding respect without earning it was a fools errand, and for tonight he just wanted peace in their home, so he simply let her walk away down the hall as silence once again enveloped him.

Like before, the silence didn't last long before there was a knock at his door. He recognized Anne's scent before he ever saw her, and he almost chuckled when she entered his room without permission of any kind. As she stated her hellos his eyes drifted towards the toy she was holding and he slowly rose from his bed and made his way over to her, a soft smile briefly ghosting across his face as he gently pulled it from her hands and placed it on his nightstand. Annie was tough, he knew she was, but for the first time that day he had a moment to study her, and as he took in the bags under her eyes and the slope of her shoulders, he knew that she had been suffering in silence. "Oh Annie," he murmured softly, pulling her into him for a tight hug. Johann had always given physical affection freely and frequently, and while she hadn't always been so open to him, he figured she could do with a hug. He certainly could. As they stood wrapped in an embrace, Johann let his head drop, and he stated softly into her hair, "I'm so sorry I failed all of you." For a moment he struggled to find the right words, before half-whispering, "I've already done everything wrong."

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Moments after Farris had offered Tema her journal, a familiar voice caused her to jerk her head in the direction that it came from, and upon seeing Evangeline, Farris delicately placed her hand upon her chest in only partial mock-relief. "Oh, hey there Eva!" she called brightly while waving to the other woman, her smile only faltering slightly as she took in Eva's harsh gaze directed at Tema. As the other hunter mentioned that Tema was at the funeral, Farris followed her line of thinking and stated quickly, "Yes, she was! This is Tema, she and I ran into each other this morning," here she paused to wink at Tema, "and she's also new to town, isn't that lucky?" Farris had no suspicions of Tema being a wolf, or even of knowing them, and as such she was quick to try and subtly dissuade Eva from further inquires.

But before she could continue Eva reminded Farris of the job, and Farris nodded, quickly coming up with a cover as for how to women knew each other. "Oh gosh, that's right! I promised I'd help with the painting, oh Eva, I'm so sorry I forgot, it's just been a crazy day," she sighed before turning back to Tema. "Eva's a house mate of mine, and I promised I'd help her cover up some smoothie stains so we could get our deposit back, and well, I guess I've got to go. You know what?" She paused, fishing out her personal journal once again and gently placing it on the ground next to Tema, "Why don't you just look through it? At the rate that we keep running into each other, I'm sure it won't be long before I get it back from you. Maybe over tea or something?" She finished sweetly with one more quick smile before she turned and started heading back into town, confident that Eva was just behind her.

The walk back to town passed quickly, with Farris chatting amicably about this and that, but by the time that they arrived back at the house dusk was just beginning to settle in. She toed off her boots at the front door, pausing for a moment to shoot a glance at Eva. "He's mad isn't he?" she murmured softly, confiding in the other woman. Moments of worry were rare for Farris, and they were most often shared with Eva, the other woman's blunt nature often stabilizing Farris' own. Before waiting for her response, Farris entered the home, murmuring softly, in a weak imitation of her lunchtime entrance, "Honey, I'm home."

[Ashton_99]

<<Dakota M. Calhoun>>
○ Pack Member ○ ♀ ○ 26 ○ Pan ○ Location: Cabin ○ Tags: Annie ○
"Alright cool. Probably shouldn't be going out alone though. We can go again later or something if you want." She watched Annie go up the stairs before returning to herself. Spending a moment trying to figure out what do to before her eyes landed on her phone left on a side table.

A minute later Dakota twirled by herself around the main living space, from her phone left on the table 80s pop songs mixed with old country in an odd but familiar playlist. Johnny Cash's 'I walk the line' gave way to Tiffany's 'I think we're alone now' and the only thing that changed was the beat Dakota danced to. Her hips swayed as she moved with an invisible dance partner. She wasn't particularly bothered by the thought of one of her pack mates finding her, in fact she'd probably end up dragging them in to dance with her if they did. For a while Dakota just didn't think and honestly it was liberating with all of the seriousness plaguing the cabin.

Eventually, she ended up spinning into the kitchen and spotted the ingredients that had been got out for pasta. "Well might as well get some other stuff ready." She wasn't much of a cook but she could cover the basics at least. Dakota went rummaging through the kitchen, finding a loaf of french bread and the few ingredients she needed to turn it into garlic bread. Salad was also a thought but she figured she'd ask who wanted one instead of making it and having no one touch it. She half sung half murmured the lyrics to herself while she swayed to the music, Whitney Huston serenading to her, "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody- I wanna feel the heat with somebody, hm hmhmhmhm- with somebody who love me."

[Wallflower11]

Tema Snow
| Location - forest/Tema's House (had a lot of hw but will make in sims) | tagged/interacting - (Farris, Evangeline) |

When Farris asked to see her sketches, Tema's heart felt like it was going to burst open. Not with anything like love or romance or the sort but with excitement. Other than Mirabelle, the recently deceased Lars, and a few other older residents of the town nobody had asked to see her work. Though that may have been slightly on her since she didn't work in public usually or talk to people all that often. She was also excited to look at someone else's work, that was something she hadn't really done since her online classes for her associates in Fine Arts.

"I would love to!" Tema responded happily. Taking hold of the journal in Farris' hand. It reminded her of her mom's journals from when she had visited Cranberry before Tema was born. It was made with high-quality craftsmanship and obviously treated with great care. Something Tema could appreciate.

A stick broke, causing Tema to release the journal and whip her head around to see a brunette woman who was in her late twenties, she was taller than Farris but maybe about an inch shorter than Tema. Farris said something that Tema missed trying to process the overwhelmingly intimidating energy she was getting from this woman.

"You were at the funeral," the woman said like she was implying that Tema had committed some sort of crime. She realized that this was the woman who had been with "sad-puppy warrior man".

"Yes, she was! This is Tema, she and I ran into each other this morning," Farris quickly replied in a way that sounded like she was somehow defending Tema. Farris gave her a wink and Tema didn't quite know how to respond so she just kinda started at Farris with a blank helpless expression. "and she's also new to town, isn't that lucky?" Farris continued. Tema didn't quite know how that was lucky but her brain had quit so she didn't ask.

"I think we have a few more important things to worry about other than sharing journals." sad-puppy warrior man's companion/Farris friend/co-worker(?) said to Farris disapprovingly. Farris apparently had smoothie stains to paint over for Eva, the intimidating woman, who was her housemate. Something that was a little weird to be so urgent not that Tema really cared she or noticed at the moment.

"You know what?" Farris said pausing to take the journal she was going to show to Tema earlier out of her bag and set it beside Tema. "Why don't you just look through it? At the rate that we keep running into each other, I'm sure it won't be long before I get it back from you. Maybe over tea or something?" She finished.

"Sure, sounds good," Tema replied trying to sound like she wasn't completely lost but it came out meekly instead. Farris flashed a quick smile before leaving with Eva.

Tema's brain had just stopped processing and she needed to reboot as her mind whirled around at the speed of light, she felt a little like she had been run over by a train. She sat there not doing anything other than staring at Farris' journal for about ten minutes. Tema wasn't really used to that amount of social interaction especially not in this setting where she was open and unprepared. She took a deep breath, finally letting her eyes wander from the journal to the horizon, dusk was just beginning, she needed to start heading back to her house if she wanted to get out of the woods by dark. She threw her stuff back into her backpack making sure to take Farris' journal with her.

The walk back was quite. Tema was trying to make sense of everything that seemed to be going on with Cranberry. There were people mysteriously dying, almost fights at funerals and way too many new people. Honestly, there was a tiny part of her that told her she should have stayed in Maine and not come out to this crazy place. She moved out here in search of what? Her dead probably crazy a-hole father? Werewolves? To see what her mom was trying to protect her from? At the moment she wasn't really quite sure...

When Tema arrived back at house the sun had almost set. Mirabelle waved at her through her front window. Tema had a feeling Mirabelle had waited until she got back to head to bed. Tema smiled and waved back, heading to her house. As soon as she was through the front door she threw her bag on the ground kicked off her shoes and flopped on to her bed not even bothering with the lights or anything. Within seconds she was sound asleep at the mercy of whatever her dreams had to offer her.

I would write more but I don't want to force anyone to read a novel-length post
Sorry for making you read this novel-length post.
Not gonna make it a novel-length post
I made the 100th post whoo!!!