[color=0076a3][center][b]Marrec[/b][/center]
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Marrec didn't try to peer after Emil to discover his secret places, instead turning his back on the Bolverk and staring forward.  When Emil finally returned and asked Marrec to lead the way, the enforcer shrugged. [color=0076a3]“Sure.”[/color]

He began the trek back to the house, keeping his path fairly straight so as not to cause Emil unnecessary difficulties. Marrec walked with purpose, but his senses were attuned to his surroundings, drawing in sights, sounds, and scents to be quickly analyzed as normal or strange. He occasionally crossed trails that smelled strange and human, but didn't deviate to follow them, instead decided to come back later and see where the trails originated and led, if he had the time. 

[color=a36209]"So, how many did they get? Did the hunters get anyone?" 
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[color=0076a3]“Two hunters, two dead werewolves – Susanna and Ted, specifically. It's not clear if either of the hunters are responsible just yet, but Markus will find out. Or perhaps you will, I guess.”[/color] A dark look crawled through Marrec's eyes as he finally added, [color=0076a3]“at least they were killed quickly. Some hunters are far bigger monsters than we could ever become.” [/color]

Marrec led the Bolverk towards the pack house, his long-legged stride quickly devouring the distance so that they would arrive fairly soon. Having reached the path that wound up to the deck's stairs, Marrec glanced back at Emil. [color=0076a3]"Need anything ready if you do need to go to work?"[/color]



[color=8493ca][center][b]Sam[/b][/center]
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[color=82ca9d]"Nothing much bothers me Samantha." 
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[color=8882be]“It bothers me,”[/color] she muttered seriously, cocking her head when she heard a surprising amount of voices drifting up from the basement.  A glance to the side showed Sasha digging into a plate of food, but Sam didn't engage the other woman in conversation. She liked the female enforcer better than Marrec in terms of efficiency, but she didn't trust her for the same reason.  Marrec might be a blundering hunk of muscle, but at least he was too dull to be disloyal. The uncharitable thoughts made Sam emit a small laugh as she took a seat at the bar-styled counter in the kitchen. She tracked James movement as he wandered further into the kitchen, clearly happy with his present surroundings.

[color=82ca9d]"Want me to fix you up some French toast?" 
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[color=8493ca]“I'm sure there's some food lying about,”[/color] Sam assured him with a smile, raising up slightly off her seat to scour the counters  for leftovers. Amidst a pile of unwashed dishes was a platter of already cooked french toast. Pointing at that, Sam triumphantly claimed, “There! Though, feel free to cook whatever you want.” Settling back down into her seat, Sam perched her chin in a cupped hand, eyes slitting to a narrow glare when she heard multiple bodies making their way upstairs. The kitchen was in proportion to the house and included several tables with chairs beyond the long bar, which meant it was reasonably huge. Acacia, the new werewolf, and a young man Sam hadn't seen before trooped upstairs. As the three infiltrated the kitchen, Aldo appeared at the large entrance and quickly tried to become invisible. 

Sam eyed Aldo curiously, always finding some amusement in his wariness of her, though she didn't go out of her way to antagonize hiim. Although the Bolverk meted out the punishments sentenced by the Ulfric, Sam often handled quite a few of the daily corrections needed by some of the pack members, which sometimes got a little messy if they weren't immediately contrite. Sam grabbed an orange from a nearby bowl of piled fruit and began peeling it, looking up against as Valerie made her way into the kitchen as well. Breakfast time had the tendency to be loud, messy, and crowded.