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[toomuchstoker]

On the campus of the University of Chicago, it's mid-evening. The sun is slowly setting, dragging out the shadows.

It's quiet as the group splits up and starts moving in separate directions.

For now.

Y HALLO THAR POSSE. PLZ TO BE FOLLOWING THE BLINKING NEON SIGN TO BAD GUYZ HIDEOUT. WE LOOK FORWARD TO KILLING YOU SOON!

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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ' priorities are very simple: Find the person or persons responsible for killing one of his pack, and deal with them. Effectively. If that means taking them and putting them on trial, fine.

But at the moment, wolf-shaped, nose in the air, it's hard to remember that option.

He wants a fucking fight.

[handfulof_npcs]

It's almost guaranteed he'll get one.

There's a scent on the campus, fading in some places, stronger in others. It's a wolf, and a crazy mean one, the same one Preston met some time ago. The trail isn't fresh, but it's there.

[rebelw_outclaws]

It's frustrating to track. Every time it seems to be leading somewhere, it fades out, leaving him somewhere else on campus with nothing in sight.

He snaps his jaws on the air, as if it'll help hold the scent in place.

[undermyheel]

"Losing your touch, Alpha?" Claire asks, coming up behind him.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Bad idea to sneak up on a wolf.

He whirls and snaps at her, too, before stepping back to growl, hackles raised.

[undermyheel]

Claire bears her teeth and says, "We've already danced this dance a couple of times. Your turn to lead."

Her knuckles are white on the gun.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ bares his in response.

But after a long moment, he turns again, sniffing for the scent.

[handfulof_npcs]

How fortuitous. Just as Russ picks up a scent fresher than any of the others he's found so far, there's an eerie howl that sounds across campus.

This trail has the scent of blood in it, too.

[undermyheel]

Claire turns her head towards where she thinks the sound came from.

"That our boy, Lassie?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

His head comes up, and he takes off running after the trail.

Apparently, that's a yes.

(He'll kill her for the Lassie thing later.)

[undermyheel]

For once, Claire is in sensible shoes, trainers that will never keep up with a wolf, but don't let her fall too far behind.

She keeps her eyes on him, but it hyper aware of her peripheral vision, the potential for danger.

[handfulof_npcs]

They're headed towards the dorms now, and both of them can see flashlights belonging to other members of the search parties, especially over near the science buildings.

The scent is getting stronger, musk and blood and sickness.

[undermyheel]

Claire shoulders her gun and keeps her back towards the wall as much as possible.

Of course it comes down to just her and Russ against someone. And then the two of them would die and no one would be there to stem the tide of violence between wolf and vamp.

She walks as quietly as she can.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Or just one of them could die. That could work for Russ.

He slows as the scent gets stronger. His ears perk forward, swiveling for any out of place sound.

[undermyheel]

Claire calms her breathing and watches Russ for a cue. All of a sudden, instinct, something ingrained from years of surviving kick in and she swings her gun around to point at a hallway a second before a wolf bounds out.

[handfulof_npcs]

It's another door smashed halfway off it's hinges, the sides scored with claw marks.

The wolf itself is slavering, a line of drool running down the side of its jaw to drip on the ground. Fur around its muzzle is strained red.

With a vicious snarl it hurls itself forward, coming at them from an angle.