[center][u][b]~~ Leo ~~[/b][/u][/center]

It was just after 11 when Leo showed up at Moonlight Manor, his VW Beetle coasting up the driveway on fumes while he kept the windows down for air circulation. It was less about keeping cool and more about the stink though. He'd been on a graveyard shift at the local In-and-Out-Mart, then spent a couple hours mowing lawns on the east side of Stillwater for cash- so his plain white tee was covered in dust and grass stains while the front seat of the old car was thoroughly soaked with sweat. That, he could deal with. It marked the car as one of the few things that were well and truly Leo's.

It was the black garbage bag in the passenger's seat that concerned his nose. The car smelling like rabbit would attract other wolves and potentially the Fish and Wildlife services (if their noses were that sensitive, and if he ever happened to be stopped by one, but after some of the things he'd seen on the cross country road trip to his new home it wasn't outside the realm of possibility).

When Leo parked the car, he took an extra few seconds to breathe out the night's frustrations and force his eyes to stay open. He was at the threshold. Not much farther. One hand grabbed the bag in the passenger's seat. The other opened the driver's side door (instinctively jiggling the handle up before pressing down to actually open the thing) and his sandaled feet stepped out onto the driveway.

Leo slung the bag over his shoulder, slamming the car door shut with his foot, and carefully hefted the catch to the front door. It was a pitiful bag- half a dozen rabbits and two hares. He hadn't had the energy to bring in anything bigger for the group. He'd barely had the energy to shift in the first place. His first week with the pack and most of his "hunting" had been pre-packaged roasts and steaks or cash paid under the table for the lawn mowing company he worked with.

[i]Dad wouldn't call it hunting,[/i] he thought. [i]Any human can buy food- a Hunter works for it.[/i]

The bag of rabbits was his first true offering to the new pack and he would have to answer for the lack of big game. If it wasn't good enough... well, he had enough money in the bank to get to the next state.

Leo cracked open the door to the downstairs kitchen, careful to hurry the bag into the sink when he noticed a blood drip starting out of the bag- a bone had punctured the lining at the base and left a trail of red droplets on the tile floor.

Shit! Where was the mop? Where was the mop!?

"Uh, guys," Leo called out in the kitchen. He gave up on the mop and grabbed a paper towel off the counter, setting to cleaning right away. "Or gals. Um. Dinner? No- lunch. I got lunch!"

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