Leif
Town – Diner

Leif smiled up at the waitress while his hands quickly found the menu she’d set down for him, casually flipping it open in front of him—he didn’t really need to look too hard, as he’d traveled around and eaten at so many diners before, and a lot of the food options were similar. Morning specials were always cheaper, and usually tastier, he discovered a few towns before this own. 
	“I’m good, hungry, but good.” He joked with his usual half grin, “Are you still serving your morning specials?” he added the question in quickly, without really looking up at the girl. He knew her type: born in a small town like this, working in a small, most likely family owned business, and obviously familiar with most all of the permanent residence here. She’d be one of the first people to recognize his face as unfamiliar, he thought with slight annoyance. Living in a new place was all fine and dandy until people actually started to get to know your face, at least, that’s how it worked in Leif’s experience. Still, being outright rude to avoid being rude seemed counterproductive, so he gave the girl a bit more friendlier smile and replied. “I came to stay with family, of sorts.” He formed words as honestly as he could, which to be fair, wasn’t too far from the truth. Most packs did consider themselves family, and although he didn’t know if he could be rightly considered so just yet, he didn’t think that it would hurt to use it as an excuse to be here. It was better than admitting to being a simple drifter, because apparently, some townsfolk didn’t like those types.  

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Lucio
Town – towards the Moonlit Manor

Lucio was pretty surprised by himself when he finished fixing up his neighbor’s lawnmower within the hour—it was only a few dinged up blades that were causing problems, which the now well-greased man had easily taken care of. Lucio quickly wiped down his hands and walked back into his little houses to quickly shower. He passed the living room as he moved, noting his son’s tiny form wrapped in a bundle of blankets on their dingy old couch. Draco’d listened well to his dad and stayed out of the way while he worked, instead watching SpongeBob for the whole while. The father smiled a bit, and again continued to the bathroom. It took him maybe ten minutes to shower and dress, after which he quickly packed up a small lunch for the two of them before making his way back to the living room. 

“Ready to go, buddy?” he asked, and quickly a small blonde head of curls popped out of the blankets and nodded furiously. The boy had a toothy grin, his canines protruding much farther than the rest of his tiny white teeth, a sign of a born werewolf. 

“Dad, can I carry the lunch?” Draco asked after noticing the familiar lunch box slung over his father’s shoulder, containing a pair of PB&J sandwiches, an orange, and some juices. Lucio nodded his head with a smirk and handed the bad down to the boy just as they walked out the front door. 

The walk to the manor wasn’t a long one, thankfully. The two had walked it so many times now that it was familiar even to the younger wolf, who happily lead the way. Lucio walked slower behind his son, a grimace slowly forming over his lips. There was an odd smell in the air that left the older wolf much more stiff and alert than he liked. It was mixed in with the familiar scent of his pack, which didn’t sit well in his mind. Maybe he’d head out after they got to the manor, check and see what’s going on and if he was needed at all. He wanted to get to the manor first though, so that Draco wasn’t a part of the mix.