Lucio – Moonlit Manor / Kitchen

There was little time to waste when the smell of rabbit was wafting through a house full of werewolves, which was Lucio’s second though, right after his son, of course. He assumed the little tike’d be waiting for food too, knowing his appetite, so he didn’t bother changing course. He strode confidently through the manor, plenty familiar with the layout of everything. It took maybe a few seconds for him to make it to the kitchen, where he just caught a glimpse of Mason scurrying off before having his attention grabbed by another, this one half-jammed inside the fridge. Lucio cocked his head to the side and smirked crookedly at the other wolf’s display.

“That really a wise choice for a hangover?” he asked, more out of curiosity than concern for his fellow pack mate. He could admit that Maks probably had as close to what Lucio would respectfully call an iron stomach, but watching the man bite down raw tripe like it was a ham sandwich was pushing it. 

Ester – Edge of town / Outside of her cabin

It had taken her maybe twenty whole minutes of tip-toed jogging and a hell of a lot of coaxing, but Ester had managed to recollect all but one of her cursed hens. She spent maybe another ten minutes circling the property again, but came up empty in her search for that one, remaining chicken. Sure, it may have only been a single bird, but the thought of being outwitted by a tiny, feathered rodent kicked her pride just hard enough to irritate her. She circled back towards the cabin, grumbling, but otherwise done searching for the damned bird. There was a chance it’d find its way back anyway, so there was no real reason to fret.

Just as the woman stepped back into her own backyard, the familiar yapping of Boba began on the other side of the house. She groaned, wondering faintly if maybe, by some stroke of luck, the dumb mutt had somehow found the missing chicken. Then Jango started howling bloody murder too, darting out from inside the house and around the bend. Alarm bells rang inside Ester’s head. She knew her mutts well enough to know that her pitbull doesn’t get this fired up unless there’s wolves or people. God, she hoped it was wolves. 

Ester quickly cut around the house towards the commotion, casually grabbing a shovel on her way out and hiking it up defensively. A few long strides later and she was suddenly within sights of some poor sap with an angry shiba hanging from his jacket, and a pitbull only yards off, displaying teeth. She momentarily thought that the man looked familiar, maybe from town? When she couldn’t put a name to the face though, she gave up, and simply filed him under ‘intruding stranger’. 

“Oi, Boba.” Her voice snapped quickly, followed by a quick whistle, which successfully caught both dogs attention, most importantly being the shiba, who responded by releasing the offending stranger and trotting proudly over to his visibly disgruntled owner. 

“You have some business here?” the woman asked coldly, less annoyed at the stranger, and more at the entirety of her days events. She didn’t care who caught the bad end of her frustration though.

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