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Scotland. That's what the landscape looks like. If you could smell it, though, you'd know it isn't. There's a petrol-prey smell that sticks to it, just like the woods outside of Milliway's. It's the only territory the werewolf knows. The waning moon in the sky casts the foliage in an almost silver light. An overgrown path nearby practically glows, disappearing deeper into the woods. The black werewolf, Ryan, shakes himself off and  sticks his head into the wind, feeling it through his fur.

Rachel's nearby. He gives her a cautious sniff, rumbling a bit at the back of his throat. He stands up to his full height and the sound goes from a rumble to a full blown growl. It's a warning. This place is mine, he tells her, showing his teeth.

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She smelled of many things, this intruder. Of blood and pain, of smoke and flame, and then of ash and strength...but she paid no heed to the growl. She just straightened from where she'd been leaning against a tree and met his gaze. She was no werewolf, and he was a great deal taller than her, but that didn't seem to bother her in the least.

She just rumbled a gentle greeting and waited, not moving into his territory. Not yet.

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The blood is exciting, but the other scents make him hesitate. How does someone smell of pain? Regardless, he holds her gaze, still growling softly. He flexes his claws a few times, waiting to see which of them will look away first.

It will not be him. This is his place.

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Normally she would be amused by such a challenge so soon, but today wasn't one for amusement. She had all the time in the world, and the patience to spare...

But Suzi was waiting. So, she let a small smile cross her lips, carefully keeping her teeth covered as she stepped forward, never breaking the stare.

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He's growling louder, lips pulled back in a snarl as he stands his ground. Time doesn't mean anything to the wolf, but she's on his territory and that does have consequences. Either she recognizes him as dominant or they're going to fight to determine who is dominant.

It's as simple as black and white.

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Ah, well, if that was the case...Rachel's smile dropped and her own growl rose to answer his. Far too deep and strange a growl for a human throat, but she managed.

For all the noise and the staring though, she was relaxed, her posture soft...she was an Alpha in her own right, but she hadn't come to fight, or to steal.

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And he can read that. Canine is only part sound; the rest is in the way the body moves. His ears flick back, then forward again.

The growl lightens, though it is still present, and he moves in a way to signal acknowledgement. No fighting, no stealing. But, then...

Why are you here? he asks, still wary of her.

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Her growl trickled away in a soft snuffle. Wary was alright, and expected, she just was glad that the imminent fight had faded somewhat.

Sent she admitted with the barest flicker of her gaze over her own shoulder by Suzi, so you don't hunt alone. Suzi was defined by the way the girl moved, so un-wolf like, but still Pack.

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His own growl fades completely at the mention of Suzi, to the point where if he had a tail, it'd be slowly wagging. He relaxes slightly, focusing on her scent again.

I hunt alone. It's not a protest, merely a statement. But if you are here for Suzi, you may join me.

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I am here for Suzi she reiterated, backing away a casual, relaxed step so they could both have comfortable breathing room.

This prey may need more than you alone, you have scented it, blowing on the wind just past your territory? not exactly a comfortable topic for him...but

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It is human, he replies dismissively as he turns his head to catch the scent, one ear cocked in her direction. It smells good, but it is outside my territory.

He seems uneasy as he shifts his weight.

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The uneasiness was noted of course, cool, emerald gaze locking in once more on Ryan's as her posture shifted towards...dismissive.

I will move through then, and hunt alone if the prey isn't in your territory a slight challenge to his pride? Maybe.

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He bares his teeth, rising once more to his full height. I will come, he insists, glaring back. I will hunt.

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She straightened to her full, unimpressive height of five foot eleven and let a small bark of laughter escape her lips Will you?

Men. They were all the same.

It's not in your territory... so, generally, the statement dripped 'prove it'.

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He snorts at her in answer and turns to the glowing path. He can see it easily, always could, but has ignored it until now. He starts running, using the distance eating gait that wolves are known for.

He doesn't wait for her.

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She didn't expect him to. She was there, a shadow just off his side, running in an easy, four legged gait that a human body should never have been able to manage.

The path glowed, the wolf was uneasy on it...but she'd avoided forcing him onto it, so things were okay.

She'd be kidding herself if she thought the hard part was over now.

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Running is fun. It's something the werewolf enjoys and it's so easy to lose yourself to the flashing of trunks as you pass, the feel of the air as you breath, the impact of each paw hitting the ground.

Of course, he watches his companion as well, one ear turned in her direction always. There was prey at the end of the path, yes, human prey even. But this one here was also human and still smelled of blood. The only reason he hadn't attacked her when they met were the other scents, smells that no human should give off.

But running does make him hungry.

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Rachel could, ands often did, lose herself in running. But not here, not now. This run wasn't for her, so she couldn't afford to.

Did the path waver slightly as he lost his focus? Did his paws turn off the side as he concentrated on her and food? These were what she had to focus on...

And correct carefully when she saw them, not obviously herding him, but not allowing side paths.

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That should be simple enough. He keeps the distance between them almost perfect: to give more would be weakness, to give less would be a challenge. And the path is always glowing, easy to follow.

It's wider now, and no longer overgrown. The trees are thinner, and you can see further between them. It's still obviously a forest, though no longer the forest of Milliway's. The petrol-prey scent faded some time ago. This isn't the werewolf's territory.

But the scent of the human prey has grown stronger. His stride lengthens to take advantage of the extra space, attention split between companion, path, and prey.

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The changes were interesting to note, even the ground beneath their feet sending a different sort of shock up through the muscles at each impact.

And the edge in the air...

Oh yes. Even she couldn't help the feral smile that stretched across her face as they left the safety of the known in the course of their hunt. Oddly, the smile seemed to let some of the Pain scent fade from around her, sliding it into an enticing, lively, energetic scent. Hunting? Was good.

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Her scent has changed and for a moment both ears flick towards her. She is strong and healthy, and while she may smell of blood, he knows he would need pack to take her down. And is she not here for pack?

No, he'll focus on the other prey smell, the human that is so close now. It's scent is strange, twisted with anger the likes of which the werewolf has never smelt before. But it is still human, and he has been running for a long time.

He slows. He can hear the human, smell him, and almostalmost see him. But this is not his territory. He is cautious.

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Yes, focusing on the other prey was a wise choice. The one who smelled tainted and twisted, poisoned meat...

Her own lips were wrinkled in distaste as she began to slip off to the side. It was second nature to circle prey, not hunting alone, and she didn't believe he'd stop her...

The question was...should she stop the personality shards when they chose to interact?

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He automatically starts to circle on the other side. The moonlight works against him, he knows, helping the prey to see through the darkness. But then, this prey had never had trouble with that, had he? Not with the tools he used, the binoculars and sights.

...Sights? pfft

The sound is soft and the pain accompanying it is small compared to the ripping of flesh a slug will do. But the werewolf's suddenly staggering, feet crossing as he tries to stay standing. He'd had tranquillizers that night, hadn't he?

pfft pfft pfft

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She knew that sound, with a deep, shiver through her skin. She knew. There had been hunts where the prey was young. Young enough to break. Young enough to train. No kill orders and Masters with dart guns...

Her snarl wasn't remotely human as she darted from the brush at his back, her attack wasn't meant to kill though. No, this wasn't her kill to make...

No, she was just a terrifying shadow that left a line of pain along the man's arm as she snatched the weapon from his hands. A terrifying shadow that landed in a crouch beside her current packmate and watched the poisoned man turn and run...

The path glowed still, growing under the human's feet as he fled. She had no fear they'd lose him, so she turned her attention to pulling darts out of the Werewolf.

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The darts are perfectly aligned in his chest, one for each of the dark slashes there, one centred in the knife scar. The pinpricks heal instantaneously as she removes the metal; there is no silver here.

But the drugs are still rushing through his system, spreading far faster than they would in an animal of similar size. The metabolism that allows him to heal so quickly also spreads the toxins, immobilizing him.

And in the mean time, the prey is escaping.

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The darts were shattered once removed, soon followed by the gun...as for the prey? He's leaving a trail her feral chuckle assured as she helped him a little further into the woods. Best not to rest in so open an area.

I'll guard