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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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It doesn't take him long. It was the sudden rush of information that threw him, but he's learned how to sort through that. And now there's even more experience added on to that from the 'wolf's side.

Ryan blinks, shaking his head a bit. It's strange and different and new and old and familiar all at once. This is who he is. He's still not quite sure what to make of it. Of any of it. He just did battle with a poisoned werewolf inside his own head.

He sags against the house, suddenly tired. There's blood smell poking at his stomach, reminding him he's hungry. He did just run an awful long way to get here.

"Are you alright?" he calls across to Rachel. He's got two sets of memories for her now. Both sets showed that he owed her. And he knew he owed her for that, too.

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"Nothing sleep and Bar nagging me can't cure" she shrugged, an oddly flowing motion despite injury. Considering how little she slept though...and how much she hated bar's nagging...it was a pretty serious statement.

"Might even hunt a bit later" to run off some of the tainted anger.

"You ready?" she stepped forward and offered a hand, gaze never leaving Ryan's face.

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"I might do that myself," Ryan replies. Or maybe he'll sleep first. No, get some food from Bar and then head...upstairs? Outside? He'll choose later.

"Yes," he says after a moment, standing up straight. He's still holding the sword. He's reluctant to let it go, and in the end he chooses not to.

It's with a faint, tired smile he steps forward to take Rachel's hand.

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Her smile was warm and soft edged, meant to sooth as she closed that last distance between, grip warm and somehow strengthening.

"Yes...time to get you home" she sighed, a sound of ages to gently blot away the house and the woods...

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