[color=0076a3][center][b]Marrec[/b][/center]
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On his way out, Marrec had scruffed one of the younger werewolves that was often hiding just out of sight and told them to clean up Ted and Susanna before placing them in the large spare freezer where, admittedly, deer carcasses and such were often strung up. With so many pack members, it was good to have a plethora of food on hand at any given time. 

He was getting a little tired of searching for the Bolverk, despite knowing he was closing in, when the other's voice came upon him. Turning in the direction of Emil, Marrec couldn't help but utter a sigh of relief. 

[color=f26522]"You can stop prowling around now Marrec. You've found me, or I've found you, or we've found each-other. Ether way you coming out here means an end to my sabbatical, how... delightful! So what does our illustrious leader require of me?"
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[color=0076a3]“I'm not prowling around so much as stumbling, given the lack of sleep,”[/color] he started, voice slightly disgruntled in tone. [color=0076a3]“I'm not really sure what Markus wants from you, since it concerns a pair of hunters. I guess your field of punishment has just expanded, Emil, and you'll have to be far more gentle with such delicate creatures. Sounds like it'll be fun.”[/color] Although his tone was light, Marrec had never really decided whether he agreed with the idea of a Bolverk or punishing werewolves like they had been bad little puppies who had peed in the house, but he knew the issue was never so simple and such punishments could, perhaps, result in lives saved. With such a perplexed point of view, he had decided to just accept things until he no longer found them acceptable – it made life easier.

[color=0076a3]“Although they might be dead by now... I guess we'll have to go see,”[/color] he added, grinning suddenly when he recalled the Ulfric toting a meat tenderizing tool.