Werewolves and Humans: Together in Spirit

"You think he would," she asked, looking at him. She couldn't picture him doing that.

"Well i think he's a lone wolf, so it's possible for food he might." Fenrir sudjested.

"But he went to help that bear earlier... You really think he would," she asked again, really curious of his opinion.

Fenrir shrugged, "I dont' know."

She shrugged and sighed, too. "I'm sorry, but I have to look for tracks to see if any hunters have been coming through here. You're welcome to join me, if you want. I brought an extra blanket, just in case."

"I won't need a blanket, but i'll come with." He said with a smile.

She smiled. "Alright. I still have it for you if you need it," she told him and started slowly making her way along the border, looking at the ground closely for any other human tracks other than theirs.

Fenrir looked down and watched for tracks, of course though he could smell them and knew where they were.

Sam couldn't see any, and made sure to look more carefully at the patches of grass sticking up through the mud.

Fenrir nodded and pointed out one from a good distance away

Sam looked to where he was pointing and nodded, silently telling him that she'd seen it.

Fenrir put his hand on his back pocket where he had his long army knife.

[I'm sooooo sorry, but I"m braindead and tired, and I ate too much, so i don't feel very well right now ><]

(It's ok)

magik1 wrote:

Fenrir put his hand on his back pocket where he had his long army knife.

[I'm horrible, I'm so sorry. D:]

Sam put her hand on her belt, where the handgun that the ranger had given her was. She didn't feel comfortable using anything more than a tranquilizer gun, but he'd said it was necessary, so she didn't argue.

Fenrir crouched a little then began to sprint towards the track and skid towards it.
"It's a few hours old." He said over his shoulder to her.

She took her hand off, looking down at it, and the direction it led. "Let's follow it," she said quietly. Whoever it was could have already set traps; they had to disarm them and take the person under arrest.

Fenrir nodded, he couldnt' smell anyone but that didn't mean that they weren't there.

Sam followed the tracks, quietly as she could, keeping an eye out for any traps, or the person itself.

Fenrir drew his knife, as he heard rustling ahead of them. He motioned for her to be quite and he started to move quiter as he got closer and closer to the noise.

Sam moved slowly, more quietly, nodding to him. She heard the quiet rustling now, her hand slowly moving to the handgun on her belt.

Fenrir soon pointed towards a rustling bush and a puddle of blood leaking from it.

Sam followed his finger and bit her lip, cringing a bit at the sight of all the blood, slowly walking towards it.

Fenrir raised his arm and head his knife ready. Somethign seemed wrong about what was going on. Something seemed, badly wrong with that blood puddle.

Sam slowly bent down to inspect the puddle and whatever was causing it, her gun now out of its holster, just in case. She had a bad feeling in her gut.