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Fantasy Finding Pack and Finding Home

For the longest time, she pretends she's asleep as she feels Sarah get on the bed and Lucas take a shower. Her heart is beating too fast at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Maxwell. It wasn't until Maxwell gets up to take a shower that she opens her eyes again. A groan leaves her throat once she knows Maxwell turned on the shower. How the hell am I supposed to go to sleep? She's so used to sleeping on her own for the past year, and even if there was company, not like this. Sleeping with Sarah and Lucas isn't an issue at all, in fact, she'd rather them be there than just her and Maxwell. So, why can't she simply relax and go to sleep?

Hearing the bathroom door open makes her close her eyes again, trying to slow her breathing down so that she appears asleep. Her body feels the bed move constantly but she wouldn't dare try to catch a glimpse of what's happening. Then, she feels a nose against hers' and the same intoxicating scent that's clogged her mind all day. Her tail twitches but refuses to wag to give away that she's awake. A few minutes later and the bed is finally still and quiet from creaks. Now, all that's left is the breathing of her pack, the occasional horn blares, and the loud air conditioning beside the bed. Knowing that turning the air up will not quiet it down, Fesle leaves it alone.

What seems like an hour goes by and the triplets are asleep, but not Fesle. She can't bring herself to fall asleep as easily as they do...she's never been a good sleeper anyway. Quietly as possible, she slides out of the bed in human form before making light steps to the bathroom. Closing the door, she takes some gulps of water from the sink before looking into the mirror. Those cognac eyes, the same ones as in her wolf form, for some reason feel different than before. Fesle thought that this turmoil in herself would stop now that she's with a pack, but it feel like something is still missing. She has a pack, what else could she want? It's not like she needs Maxwell or anything...why did that even come up in her mind? "It's literally been one day." Fesle scold her reflection. In a human's viewpoint, this would be something as "too far" or "too fast". She brings a hand up to her chest, feeling it calm down a bit but not so much. It's like she has no control over what's happening, is this what...instincts are like? There's few times that she feels like, like howling at the moon or hunting an animal. Just what exactly does all this bond stuff like?

She groans again, this time in a groggy and quiet manner. How come she is with a pack but somehow still feels alone. For a moment, a split second of weakness, her eyes cloud with water and forcibly rubs them. Turning off the bathroom lights before exiting, she makes her want toward the entrance of the motel room. The chair is secure under the doorknob, she's even done that a few times if the lock doesn't work. She grabs the chair and sets it away before she unlocks the door. Exiting as silent as possible, she closes the door behind her and is met with the cold wind hitting her bare shoulders. It's a normal for her to stay up late and never feeling the urge to sleep until she's exhausted. She did have that nap earlier this morning as well, more than she usually does. As she turns around to look at the city, the city lamps are light as very few cars drive by the motel. Not a lot of lights are on anymore, signaling that it must be late enough for most humans to be asleep.

Fesle hugs herself as she walks with bare feet, hearing and smelling things that go beyond the motel doors. Some alcohol, drugs, and takeout food is smelt, bringing her somewhat to a calmer state of mind. At some point she reaches the end of the rooms and is able to see the skyscrapers once again, they're lit up beautifully with blue lights. But it shouldn't be beautiful to her, right? "Why can't I just let this all go?" she asks herself, tightening the grip on her arms. She's upset at herself, feeling like a traumatized puppy in a rescue center; safe and sound but uncertain of everything. It angers her but she knows she needs to keep staying positive, not just for herself but now for her new pack- for Maxwell. Leaning against a brick wall of the hotel, she just watches, listens, and smells the city.
 
Max doesn't get to stay asleep, and its unfortunate. The moment Felse's scent wasn't strong in his nose, but a lingering hint, his eyes had popped open. He waits, hoping that she just comes back to bed, but any safety he had felt, disappears the moment she moves the chair and steps outside. With an audible huff he has to start extracting himself out from underneath his sister, letting her fall to the bed before he's carefully hopping off of the bed. He's learned to walk on silent paws in a different way than his siblings and he shifts, grabbing his sweater off of the chair as he steps outside and takes a look around. He hates the risk of possibly being seen after they've taken a key for the night, he hates the risk that they might get seen as he takes a follows the trail of her scent. They had been at the far end away from the office to begin with, so it isn't far or long before he finds her hiding along the side of the building, leaning against brick and staring up at the buildings that block out the stars. "Wolf or not, its cold out here." he tells her softly holding out his sweater for her to take. He doesn't let it show in his body language, but in his steely eyes you can tell, he's exhausted from what's probably days of little to no sleep.

Max doesn't say anything else as he moves to crouch down at the corner of the wall, making himself comfortable as he leans back against the brick and looks up at the same buildings that he is. He tilts his head, staring up at the too bright structures. "What do they call those?" he asks softly, folding his arms across his chest but its easy to see its not to stay warm, its just to do something with his arms because he doesn't know what else to do. He really wants to drag Felse back to the pack sleep pile, he wants to curl back up around her and go back to sleep. But she wants to be out here, for one reason or another, so that is where he's going to stay, listening as best he can to make sure no one approaches the door to their room.
 
Fesle looks out at the buildings, remembering the times when she used to work in those buildings. She doesn't know what's more painful, the fact that she tried to live as a human so bad or that she somehow wishes for the old days. The days as a teenager where she could distract herself so easily by running through the woods. Such small things used to satisfy her instincts, not knowing that she was feeding into the inner wolf that was always hungry. But she can't feed what she doesn't have. The frustration shows in her eyes as she looks back and forth from the skyscrapers to the mountains way behind them. It causes her eyes to to squint before she jumps at a voice behind her.

She turns toward him, unbeknownst to her that her eyes are puffy, both in exhaustion and the constant want to cry right now. His silver eyes sparkle so bright against the street lamps, expressing the care he has for her but also how tired he is. Eyes finally flicker down to the coat he offers her and she sighs, "You need sleep Maxwell," she grabs his sweater and pulls it over her, not bothering to take her wet hair out of it, "I'll be fine, it takes me a while to sleep anyway." Even though she's trying to sound calm, her voice will occasionally croak due to the stress in her heart. The storm that never ceases to stop once it gets rolling, tides of negativity hit her this late.

Knowing he's not going back go the room until she does, she was about to reluctantly go back until he stands with her, watching the city. She's a bit surprised since he's not really into humans and their creations, why is he doing this for her? Her heart pains to see him fighting sleep just to make her feel better, but something tells her they're both not going to get sleep until she's okay. Her eyes shine when she looks back at the buildings, leaning more towards Max than the wall this time. "They're called skyscrapers, they look really tall but I promise you there's some that can overlook an entire city- and more." she speaks quietly to not sound strained. "I used to work in one actually, after I moved away from the humans that raised me, I worked for a year in the big city. The train stations, sounds of car horns, greasy food stands on every corner- I got so used to that that I..." she stops for a moment. It takes her a few seconds to breathe and not cry, she can't cry. "I got scared I was going to permanently lose myself as a wolf." Blinking away the water in her eyes, she looks up at Maxwell.

"But that's in the past, it can't hurt me anymore." she lies just to try to make him not worry about it. "As long as I don't lose you, I know I'll get better." The honesty somewhat shocks her as she finally gives in and grabs both his wrists, forcing them to unfold his own arms. Then, she takes a step to lean into his chest and put his arms back where they were before. He can move away if he wants to stop holding her, but she has a feeling that he won't, which sounds prideful of her. "Why are you doing this for me?" her question breaks the silence and the quick beats of her own heart. Looking down at the ground and his arms around her, the engulf of his scent calms most of her thoughts down.
 
"It's hard to lost oneself as a wolf, no matter where we are." Max says softly, looking up at her before looking back towards the skyline and the too tall buildings that she told him weren't actually all that tall, that they weren't the tallest ones the humans ever made. He lets out a softly hum as he takes in the fact that everything the humans have made around him, are probably beyond his understanding as he slowly pushed back up the wall to a standing position. He let out a soft sigh as he leaned towards her, taking her in and those gorgeous, warm eyes of hers. Her question is one he doesn't actually know how to answer and instead he turns to push his shoulder into the brick and gently brushes a loose strand of hair from her face before he's brushing away any hints of tears that she tried so hard to hide from him. Finally in a very soft and husky voice, he says "I don't know... I have too. Something inside of me says I have too and that I need to keep you close." He gently brushes his thumb along her cheek before gently pulling his hand away. Max rests his head against the brick as he gazes at Felse, waiting to know when it was okay for them to return to the bed. But just standing there, looking at her in his sweater, his jacket. It does something to him and it feels like his heart might beat right out of his chest because she just looks so damn perfect engulfed in it.

"What was it like, among the humans?" he decides to ask, because he doesn't know what else to say and even though he knows this is hard for her after what she just told him, he feels like he needs to know. There has to be something different about them, right? The moon goddess made the wolves different, but they still took on the human form, they were born in the human form, there had to be something about them that he didn't know or understand and he hoped that maybe through her, he could figure out what that was. She had grown up with them, was raised by them. Felse knew things that Max didn't in his strong dislike for them. But then, his dislike was that they were too loud and had too many false smells.
 
His words encourage her to be more positive and to give herself some slack. Even if she was to have worked in the city for another whole year, he's right, the wolf in her doesn't just leave. It's her blood, her soul- it's not just human, but wolf as well. There has to be a balance between them, she just thinks she's gone too close to the human side of it all. It gives her a small smile as she tries to convince herself of his words.

After some time in silence, she thinks that she might have asked a question that is too random or confusing. Only humans have to clarify things between themselves, wolves are supposed to know things like this, right? His warm hands touch her cold face as it brushes a hair that she didn't notice was there. The moment he pulls away she wants more of his touch and, almost as if reading her mind, he caresses her cheek. His thumb runs across her damp cheeks, wishing those tears had never spilled in the first place as she's tempted to just let him have it. Crying, screaming in anger, ridiculing herself- all of it because she feels as though he can handle it. No, that he wants to handle it, he wouldn't be out here with her if he didn't. Listening to him confess how he felt makes her just stare up at him, for a second her eyes look at his lips as he says those words before looking back up at his eyes.

"I...I think I'm in the same boat," she finally speaks when his hand leaves her cheek, "it's like I can't stay away from you...that I have to protect you just as much as you protect me." The same confession makes her heart beat fast as well and it doesn't help that she's in his jacket. You can barely see her hands due to how long and wide the sleeves are. Thankful to finally have something on her shoulders and to not appear so tiny. When he asks another question, she decided it's finally time to fulfill what she said about protecting him by letting him get some sleep. With her hand escaping from the sleeve, she grabs his hand and starts walking him back toward the motel room.

Fesle hums as she thinks, "It's like you're visiting another country at first. The culture, rules, way of living, languages- everything feels different to you. Sometimes you think that you should just go back to wherever it was that makes you feel safe. But after a while...some things oddly make sense. They're so protective and sometimes aggressive because they're so fragile, both physically and emotional. Some will welcome you with open arms with foolish trust while others take so long to crack in. But...almost like a pack, there's a structure in humans, no matter where you go." She goes on before she stops in front of their motel door. "We'll talk about it another time." she whispers before slowly turning the knob to open the door. Once she takes a foot back into the room, she shifts into her wolf form and hops back onto the bed. This time, instead of being near the bedframe, she lays at the foot of the bed with her front paws hanging off.

In this spot, there's more room than the headboard, more room if Maxwell wanting to join her. Her head lays over her front legs as she tries to close her eyes and get some sleep. Her thoughts won't simply go away just because of a walk and a pep talk, it's the same thoughts that have troubled her for years. But she can at least focus on the fact that if Maxwell stays beside her, maybe she won't be lying and will get better.
 
Max feels this elation to know that he isn't the only one that feels so protective and a deep need to be close. So, he happily follows after Felse as she takes his hand, knowing that they would probably follow each other to the end and back if they had too. It seems to him, whenever they're holding hands that they follow whichever one decides that they're going some place. He knows this, because of the entire day she had held onto him and went where he did as she now takes him back towards their room. It isn't far, only a half dozen steps or so as she tells him about what its like among the humans and how really, they aren't that different from wolves. But that he isn't sure he may ever get to understand the humans in the way that she does. But still, he's happy to try and possibly learn more about them at another time as she returns to their room and goes a head of him inside.

Max watches Felse shift, still in his sweater and this deep sound rumbles in his chest at the thought, he doesn't know what it is and is glad he's still outside so that no one else really hears it as he finally enters. He returns the chair under the handle despite the lock before he's shifting and hopping back up onto the bed and he can't help but curl himself around her as he sets his chin over on her back. Slowly his breathing evens out and he starts to drift off once again, returning to sleep. While he's drifting off, his siblings move, getting closer so that they're all touching some way or another. By morning, Sarah has ended up on her back, half over top of both of her brothers. But as always, its Max who's first awake out of all of them and he's trying to find ways to carefully extract himself from how he's trapped between both female wolves. He has to wiggle his sister off of his back before he's carefully climbing over Felse and shaking out his fur. He shifts as he heads for the bathroom to relieve himself.

Lucas is up next and he shifts before rolling off of the bed with a hard thunk and then a groan before sitting up. He drags himself up to his feet, reaching up to scratch his head and ruffle his head before he's walking around to the duffle to dig through it to see if they have anything to snack on. He knows that he doesn't need to eat, but there's little else to do until they leave and even though he's usually patient, he's doesn't like the rush of the cities and knows that it's going to be a long day inside of this one.
 
Trying to push away her thoughts, she focuses instead on the warmth of Maxwell and his siblings around her. His scent once again fills her nose instead of the city. It takes a half an hour to finally go to sleep, but when she does she doesn't even notice the world around her go blank. At some point in the night she rolls to her side, going deeper into Maxwell's fur and not having his head near her ribs.

The morning light is hard to block out from those paper-like curtains as the first crack of dawn brightens the room. Fesle woke up a few times throughout the night, being used to waking up from any slight noises. She had to admit that she didn't wake up as much as before and does feel a bit more rejuvenated. In fact, the light and Max moving easily wakes her up. Those earth tone eyes slowly open as she watches Maxwell go into the bathroom. Standing up with a quick dog-posing stretch, she hops off the bed and shifts into human form. It's now that she's not emotional and tired that she notices that the reason why Max's smell is still so obvious is because she's still wearing his jacket. Feeling guilty for having it this long, she unzips it and puts in on the chair.

As the others start moving around, she goes to her bookbag to get her toothbrush, toothpaste, some clothes, and a brush. Multitasking, she brushes her teeth as she moves the chair from the door and opens the curtains. The sun rises to the east of them, meaning they get the rays of sunshine faster than the skyscraper areas will. She's also watching out just in case anyone tries to go near their room. Relief that the maids probably aren't being to specific to clean every room, she closes the curtains back. Her toothbrush sits in her mouth as she starts brushing the tangles out from her hair. Looking at the clothes she picked out for herself, she really does need to get new clothes. Her only pair of pants are the same ones from yesterday but at least she's got a clean white t-shirt that has some bohemian logo on it.

Not wanting to keep picking the bathroom the fastest, plus letting Maxwell have all the time he needs, she does a little trick to get changed. She shoves the white shirt over her tank top and decides to keep the tank top under it so that no one can see signs of her bralette. Then, she grabs the towel she used yesterday for her hair and wraps it around her waist. That way she can change into her pants without being naked in front of anyone. It's something she learned when traveling with a bunch of humans on a bus. She's been silent this whole time because she still has a toothbrush in her mouth, waiting to at least spit it out in the sink.
 
Max comes out of the bathroom as Felse is changing and his face flushes when he realizes it. He clears his throat as he looks away from her and walks toward the bed to sit down and start putting his boots back on. He pulls on his socks first and has just slipped his feet into his boots before turning to try and wake his sister. He realizes that he doesn't need too though at the sight of her eyes looking at him, and he shakes his head at her before giving her a bit of a shoving push to get her to get up. He then turns to lace up his boots before he's going to grab his sweater, stopping as he goes to put it on because he catches Felse's scent on it, and mixed with his, it's the most perfect thing in the world. He has to refrain himself from holding his sweater to his nose and instead puts it on, leaving it open as he walks towards the door to peek out of it and around to make sure that no one is still coming their way before he closes it once again.

Lucas is already ready and munching on the remainder of dry meat as he sits and just stares off, waiting to leave because he knows he's probably going to have to carry his sister once again. Can't walk around in the city without shoes, its unsafe compared to the forest floors that they know so well.

Sarah rolls onto her paws and stretches, shakes out her fur before she shifts to move to the end of the bed and steals a piece of the last of the dry meat to grab a sweater out of the bag, it isn't just hers, she pulls on one of her brothers as well before putting two pairs of socks on. She's ready to go, despite the strands of hair trying to escape the braid going down her back. She only smooths them back.

Max waits for Felse, realizing that despite it all, for however long she's traveled, her habits are more human that they're wolf. She has more of the little things that they do. But he doesn't mind and offers up this big smile when she steps out of the bathroom and waits to know if she's taking her bag or not to decide if they take their bag or not. He really doesn't want to return to this room for another night, he wants to get his sister a pair of shoes, play his game of with Felse and then leave out one of the other sides before they continue on the way south away from the cities as best that they can. Holding out his hand to her, he waits for her to take it before he's opening the door to head out, not at all sure of where they were going to go. He has to let her take the lead. "Where do we go for shoes?" he asks, looking down at her as he tries not to move his arm over his shoulders as he had the evening before. They need the mobility to maneuver around any other humans that walk thick along the walking paths they make for themselves.
 
Once Maxwell is out of the bathroom, she takes off the towel to be fully clothed and ready to go. She spits out her toothpaste in the sink before putting on some deodorant. It's only now that she notices that the triplets don't follow the same regiment that she has. Of course they don't, the don't have to do all this stuff that she does, human stuff. Maybe one day a quarter of her bag won't be filled with hygiene anymore and she'll actually loosen up. After zipping her bookbag, she slaps it over her shoulders and puts on her shoes.

She's ready to go and sees Maxwell holding his hand out to her. Just the patience and care he has for her energizes her more than coffee ever could. Taking his hand, she lets him lead her out of the motel room. The morning breeze hits her, causing her to lean more towards Maxwell. It's not too cold out and it'll get a bit warmer as the day goes on, hopefully wherever they get shoes they'll be a jacket she can get as well. It's not until she hears Maxwell ask where to go and the siblings looking at her that she's supposed to lead. This would be a bit stressful it was some other scenarios. However, this city, though she's never been to it, is technically her turf.

"Follow me." Fesle says with her chin high and leads Maxwell by the hand. "You just follow the smell of old coats, unkept blankets, and leftover breakfast food." Thinking they're not going to spend a lot for shoes, she knows to take them to a thrift store, where she gets her clothes as well. But in the middle of tracking where the thrift store could be, that strange canine smell is back. Yesterday it was so faint that Fesle could easily forget about it, like the person left a long time ago. The scent today is so much stronger, as if the thing had walked around here, possibly while they slept. Why would the scent come back? Needing to focus on the destination, she has to shove it to the back of her mind and continues to lead them.

About two blocks later she is finally able to get them to a thrift store. Usually they is more on the outskirts, but they had to be somewhat in the city to find one. The parking lot is cramped with limited spots and the building isn't much bigger. Even though the area might not be expensive, they are able to keep it up. There's no weeds coming out the ground like the motel and from the look of the outside, the store looks to be clean. She makes her way to the door and opens it, a bell sounding as soon as they went in. An older woman greets them with a smile, holding a paper cup with steam coming out of it. Fesle recognizes the smell of coffee from anywhere and it makes herself squeeze Max's hand, her energy source.

"Good morning ma'am," Fesle walks up to the counter, "we're wondering if you have any good walking shoes and winter clothes." She could have easily looked around to find it herself, but something about this elderly woman makes her invisible tail wag. The calm, welcoming aura makes her easy to talk to, but maybe that's just her willing to talk to any human. The woman smiles, more wrinkles appear as she does, "Oh yes, I know we have a few good shoes left in the back on the left. But you better hurry, I know they've been there for a while and we tend to give them away to the homeless." she points to the location of where they are. "As for winter clothes, sure! People drop them off all the time, coats for six dollars, sweaters are five, and long sleeves are usually three dollars. If you have any questions let me know." The elderly woman waves at all of them before having to go back to a customer that wants to pay.

Fesle thanks her before looking up at Maxwell, "Now don't be intimidated by her, I know she's scary." she teases with a smirk.
 
Max smiles as he follows Felse, more than glad to hold onto her hand as they started to walk and she told them how to find what they were looking for. Normally, that had just walked around until they found what they needed before taking it if they had too. But with her, he knew that he wasn't like going to be doing that again any time soon. Not unless he absolutely had too. So, he followed her and passed as she did to scent the air when he realizes that there is another possible wolves scent in the air. He sniffs a few times before happily following her as she continues onwards. He misses that Lucas has a harder time not following after the scent, its Sarah who knocks him into staying with his pack and hurrying after them. She had literally smacked him on the head, though not hard.

All three trailed Felse into the building, Max is linger back with his hand in hers as he can't help but look around, checking out what the inside it like. He smells faintly of hastily washed clothes, a mix of various human scents and something that brings back memories of rainy days and cold winter days. It takes him awhile to figure out where the scent is coming from and narrows in on the small cup in the older womans hands that is before them and behind a counter. He knows that smell. He knows it because he's done everything he could to avoid it for years. Coffee. It's coffee, something his parents would travel to human settlements to get. They had always drank the stuff, and it was one of the things that gave them hope their parents were still alive because every last bit of it had been missing from their cabin when they awoke alone. He's snapped from his thoughts as he's tugged away from the older human woman and she teases him, he knows she's teasing so he offers up a soft warning growl that means very little because he's smiling. "She's terrifying and you know it." he grumbles, though his smile is still in place as he follows after her.

Lucas and Sarah however, have a hard time moving away from the woman and her enticing smell of coffee. Instantly, like their younger brother, had remembered home. They had remembered the same rainy days and colder winter mornings. They stood for a few minutes before they were forced to move away because humans were asking them if they could move, they were in the way. Slowly, it took a moment to remember where they were meant to be going, and than made their way to the back left. Being set down on her socked feet, Sarah started to walk among the rows, trying to find shoes that looked like they would fit but like they might be better for her feet. But she stopped that when she found what she liked best, and that they were in what was secretly her favourite colour pink, she grabbed them and hurried to sit down to try them on. They were all oblivious to the fact that their brother had begun to wander aimlessly around the large store.
 
Instead of follow Lucas and Sarah to the shoe section, Fesle goes towards the clothes, specifically the shirts. "You don't have to follow me if you don't want to Max, I know how a man feels when a woman shops." Fesle says with an assurance squeeze before hesitantly letting go. She doesn't want to get selfish and keep him away from his siblings. As long as she has a sweater or jacket for the cold, all she needs are a bunch more t-shirts. They're easier to pack versus chunky sweaters...though she does miss wearing them. She eyes the sweater section with a sigh before continuing to the t-shirts. To her surprise, they're all color-coded, which is perfect for her because she tends to go for either whites or earth tones.

Passing each section gives her a whiff of cheap laundry detergent, but she can't complain, as long as they're a little clean. She finds a few shirts a size above hers, just as she likes them. In all she only gets three, another white one and two beige ones, two having random logos on them. She then gets one black, long sleeve just in case it gets really cold the next few weeks. Finding all that she needs, she's about to make her way to the cash register before she sees a dress a few yards away. It was on display and is certainly not a fancy dress, but it's one that she finds beautiful. It's an ankle-length, flowy dress with a small brown belt in the middle. The white of the dress is surrounded different flowers of red, pinks, and yellows. It screams spring but also autumn in one dress. She especially loves how the sleeves would go past her elbows instead of showing her shoulders. Marveling at it for a bit before looking down at herself, she forces herself to give up on it before she even gave it a chance.

Fesle decides to put her mind on something else when she sees Lucas walking around, seemingly with no objective. Tilting her head, she walks up to him, "Is there anything you need help with?" she asks, holding her t-shirts that are now folded in her arms. "I noticed that you seemed out of it this morning, are you hungry?"
 
Max blinks a few times "How are men when women shop?" he asks, completely clueless as to how others act. But if she doesn't want him to linger so close to her, than he will leave her be. He reaches out to rub her back and pulls himself in close for a moment, to calm himself for some reason with her scent before he's reluctantly pulling himself away. Before he kisses her head, he isn't sure that he's allowed to do such a thing with their new pack mate. So, he wanders off and finds himself among the shoes where he finds his sister sitting on the floor, tying up a pair of shoes. His shoulders sag and he lets out this deep and heavy sigh as he practically whines her name "Sarah." He doesn't like what she's picked, by any means because they're like her last pair and that means that they won't hold together past a year or two with all the distances they walk to get places. But she's always gone for them and nothing he or Lucas can do will stop her. He can only vocalize his disappointment as he scoops up their duffle bag to dig out their money.

Sarah looks up and offers only the biggest, happiest grin when she sees her brother standing there above her. She's just finishing tying the second shoe and she couldn't be prouder of her find. High-tops, the humans call them. They're nothing but a rubber sole and canvas really, but she adores the way they hug her feet and feel when she's walking. Even with the verge of winter threatening them, she can't help it. Standing up, she peels off the sticker from the bottom of one of the soles and holds it out to him and he sticks it on the back of his hand before they're walking through the store together slowly. She feels better walking on her own again as they walk, but she quickly draws attention to what their new pack mate is staring at and has to hold in giggles as Max starts to sneak towards it. She just knew he was going to do it, but hadn't expected him to try and hide it.

Lucas turns to look at Felse when she walks up to him, and he can't help but offer a bit of a smile to her. "No, I'm good. If we get anything, Max will pick, we usually share shirts." he tells her with a shrug of his shoulders before he's casting a look around. "I just, I feel like something is supposed to happen. We're here for a reason, aren't we?" he asked her, just staring at her and wondering if she even had an answer. But then he noticed his siblings and was unable to hide his amusement when he spotted Max was trying to hurry along and hide a dress in his hands while dragging Sarah towards the till. "I think she found shoes." he said, taking notice of the shoes on her feet as well.
 
Fesle blinks at him a few times before shrugging, I guess she thought of men hating shopping like it was instincts or something. "Oh you know, dreads it, wishes girls would be faster- stuff like that." she responds before he draws her close. "I'll be quick though, you won't even notice I'm gone." Fesle smiles in assurance before he kisses the top of her head. It makes her smile drop in surprise as she tries to hid her blushing ears with her hair. Even when she walks away from him she still has a hand on her cheek, recalling last night's interaction. Will there ever be a day when these butterflies won't stop?

She nods as she listens to Lucas, wanting to give him her ear as much as she does with his other siblings. This might be their first one-on-one interaction they've had throughout this whole spontaneous day. A hum of contemplation leaves her throat, seeing Lucas has a good point. Why would they be in a city if they didn't have a mission for something? "Maybe something will happen, we just need to have the patience for it." she knows that that might not be a lot of assurance, but it's better than nothing as she bumps his shoulder with her hand. "And the sooner we figure out what that is, the better!" Offering a smile before traveling where his eyes were heading. Seeing Sarah with such cute shoes- unsuspectingly enough- bring a big smile on her face. "Good, now we can-"

Her sentence stops cold when she notices Max trying to hurry to the cash register, faster than she sees most girls after finding a deal. A deal? makes her look back toward the dress only to find that it's gone. "Oh no..." she mumbles before hurrying toward the counter as well. "Max, what are you doing?" the question is pointless as she tries to view around his arm at whatever he's hiding. Her tone sounds a bit worried, hoping that he's not going to buy something for her when she has nothing to give. The sight of them makes the elder woman chuckle, showing lines of the history of her joy throughout the years.

"You two are so cute together." she comments she gently rips off the shoe sticker from Maxwell's hand, her hands cold. You can tell she's constantly trying to warm up from the cardigan that she wears over her work vest. "How long have you two been dating?" the innocent question as she rings things up is anything but easy for Fesle to answer. It leaves her from trying to spy on Maxwell's cargo to staring at her with shock, her cheeks slowly becoming rosy. "Oh? Um, well-you see..." she stutters, not knowing how to respond. The human reaction would be 'he's not my boyfriend', but somehow she knows that if she said that, it would hurt Maxwell. Even though she kind of wishes that was true, she didn't want to assume anything either. So, it leaves her in a bit of a frazzled state of confusion.
 
"Ouch." Max said, though her ripping off the sticker hadn't actually hurt him, but she had caught him by surprise. He rubbed the spot for a moment before giving her the tag from the dress that he was putting in the bag as he dropped one of his old shirts in its place on the counter. He'd been quick and he'd been as discreet as he possibly could and was glad that the older woman didn't point out what he'd done. But as he turned to show Felse he had nothing that he was hiding when the question stumped him. That was a thing people did, wasn't it? Dating... Were they dating? What even was dating? He stalled, the same as her, unsure at all what he was supposed to even say. He could only blink, as his mouth opened and then closed with only a few sounds coming out because he really had no idea how to answer her question. Would Felse get upset if he said no? Would she get upset if he said yes? No, something told him that she wouldn't like it if he said no, but he wasn't even sure what they were. How do you define what feels like instinct?

Sarah snickered when she sat the pair stumble verbally and reached out to grab the money from her younger brothers hand and decided to make up an answer for them, she grabbed their things and the duffle bag from his shoulder while paying. "A year." she said, even though it had barely been a day since they all met under extreme circumstances. "A family camping trip with a river tour with too many people." she lied, grinning from ear to ear when Max turned quick to look at her. "Right little brother?" she quipped before letting out a very indignant sounding squeal as her hood was yanked roughly up over her eyes. Yanking it off out of her eyes, she turned to give chase "Lucas!!" she hollered angrily as she ran after him, clutching the bag tight in her grasp. She was hot on his heels and barely had time to leap over him and someone else as they collided and fell to the ground.

Lucas had been quick on his feet and followed Felse to the till, but he stood back and watched the interaction before he caught on to what his older sister was doing. Which meant he was going to have to save her rear before their brother decided to do something reckless, though usually brief and short, he had an Alpha's temper for sure. Much like their mother. Carefully he squeezed his way around their new pack mate without touching her before he was elbowing his way around Max who stood like a wall and then he was oh so cautiously taking hold of his older sisters hood of her faded pink sweater and very carefully starting to pull it up off of her back. As soon as she teased their younger brother he was tugging that hood down over her eyes. "Thought you'd have learnt by now, sister." he teased right back before he was bolting out the door for his own safety. She had a fiery temper he also didn't want to get on the bad side of. Not knowing where to go, and that she could follow his scent, he turned to book for an alley but as soon as he was about to round the corner, barreled right into someone and took them both toppling to the pavement.

Max blinked several times in rapid succession as his sister gave an answer that wasn't true in the least, and he practically whipped his head round to look at her. But before he could even attempt to do anything, Lucas was drawing her attention away and then they were both gone with the small plastic bag they kept their money in being left on the counter as a few coins hit the floor. "Uh, sorry about that." he said, grabbing the money and stopping to quickly grab coins. He smiled as the older woman gave him change, she didn't seem at all bothered by what had just happened. With a glance at Felse, he reached out to give her arm a reassuring touch and a squeeze as he said "I need to go check on them." he told her, because it was his job as the Alpha and their brother. However he also needed to make sure that she knew he wasn't just leaving her there alone, that if she didn't follow after them that he was going to come back for her. It was clear as day in the way he looked at her, his steely eyes held a storm of emotion. Assurred that she knew she was still part of the pack, he stuffed the money deep in a pocket of his faded jeans and hurried to jog after his older siblings.
 
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Seeing Maxwell having the same reaction she is having, it's like they're in a paradox with a simple yes or no question. Her mouth was about to open to try to give a reasonable and sugar-coating answer when Sarah speaks for them. For a split second, she's thankful to have Sarah butt-in but then that hope instantly deteriorates as she says something completely opposite than what she thought. It leaves her mouth completely open before she has to hide her face in her hair and hands. Feeling the heat increasing on her cheeks embarrasses her. Though Sarah isn't far about the dates and situation- one day being one year and too many people being the police- it still is a complete lie that the elderly woman awes at.

She doesn't rise from her hands until Sarah yells at the middle sibling but not seeing what Lucas even did to cause this uproar. All she sees is the chase out the door, having to forcibly giggle to try to get the attention off what Sarah just said. The elderly woman waves Maxwell off, "We sell cheap clothes sir, we sometimes get some interesting people walking in here." she eases to them. Fesle looks up at Maxwell when he touches her arm, seeing how much he's implying that he's coming back for her. She knows he will, there's no doubt about that, it's not just in his body language, but it's like it's instincts that she knows. So, she only smiles with still pink cheeks as she squeezes the same hand that's on her arm. "Don't worry, when I'm done paying I'll wait here for you guys." saying that before putting her clothes on the desk for the woman to scan.

As she watches him leave, the woman brings her back into reality with her sweet tone. "Make sure you keep him as long as you can ma'am." she says with a kind wink. Fesle takes her money out of her bookbag pocket, looking down as she counts her money. "But I don't feel like I'm enough." she says honestly before looking into those historic emerald eyes and meeting a empathetic smile. "People who say they are enough or not enough are both usually right- is what my wife used to say to me." The mentioning of her wife brings her smile down a tad. Wanting to protect this specific human, Fesle smiles at her, "You wife sounds really wise ma'am, I bet she enjoyed you smile every day." After taking the receipt, the elderly woman gently grabs her hand with both of hers', patting them gently. All the woman can do is nod in gratitude at the gesture. "Now go get your boyfriend, seems like he needs a babysitter." she teases to lighten the tension.

The person that ended up having to deal with the colliding of the two siblings was a man. A man that wore worn-down winter clothes with a black toboggan that forced all his black curly hair close to his forehead. With the few grays he has in those strands but still having some youth to his frame, was probably a middle-aged man that's been through some tough times. So, feeling two people on top of him wasn't the best feeling in the world, Lucas could even feel his back popping. What was really interesting about this man was that he smelled of that scent at the motel....that canine scent. And now that he's so close, the smell is more like a musk tree bark smell with a hint of dogs...no...wolves, other wolves. Another thing about this man is that his hand instantly guarded something in his front faded jean pocket, his hand being there before he made impact with the ground. Whatever that object is, smells strongly of a type of alcohol, like red wine.

"Damn mutts." he scowls, glaring with deep brown eyes with a look that could kill. With the strength of a werewolf, he's able to scoot out from under them before running down the same alley Lucas was about to go in. You can tell that deep in the alley, though it has no lights and sunlight not helping at all, there's other shadow figures in there as well, one of them appearing to be a wolf.
 
Max comes jogging up to where Lucas is clearly in a tangle with another on the pavement, Sarah standing there awkwardly as she clutched their duffle bag. She didn't know what to do, he could see that. But before he even got close enough, the other shoves his brother off of him and takes off at a run. "Hey!" he hollers in his booming Alpha voice as he runs over and skids to a stop of some loose rocks as he turns his body and gazes off down the alley. He has to stop, staring down the dark path in the middle of the day as a deep rumbling warning of a growl starts somewhere within his chest. His about to run down the alley to charge at them, having taken a great offense to being called a mutt, when his arm is grabbed with the firm grasp of small hinds. Hands he knows belongs to his sister, so he turns to bare unthreatening human teeth at her only to stop entirely. Max goes from posturing, ready to charge into a battle he probably won't win, to relaxing and easing his shoulders down at one look at his sister.

Lucas felt he had just been hit on the head as a new wolf scent hits him. He had gone from trying to get off of the man he had knocked down, to just becoming a sort of bump on a log that doesn't move. He lets out this soft grunt as he's shoved off, hard to land on unforgiving ground that does nothing to divert his attention away as he watches them run down the alley to what he knows is at the least, another wolf. He sits up fast, using his hands to brace himself as he stares in wonder before his view is blocked by the thick legs of his brother.

Sarah's nose had crinkled a bit at the scent the man is cloaked it as he rushes past her into the alley she nearly chased her brother down. That smell covers his own so much, she had barely got any hint of his, just that enticing scent he is covered in. She’s about to take a step down the alley when the thick muscular figure of her brother blocks her view. She has to scramble forwards to grab his arm in seconds to stop him from charging after that unique and enticing smell. What is that smell? She doesn't say a word to her brother, just gazes back at him with this imploring and pleading look. It's that scent that's been lingering everywhere. She needs to know who that scent belongs, needs to follow that man. Words aren't needed between them as she sees her brother, her alpha give in. She offers only a smile before letting go and taking those first few cautious steps first into the too dark alley. But she can see just fine the further she gets, walking slowly and cautiously as she keeps her hands were all can see. Small delicate looking hands with long fingers covered in the linger scent of herbs.

Lucas slowly gets to his feet as he watches his siblings, tilting his head at their interaction. One they’ve all had with each other with such an ease. He doesn’t really know what’s going on, just that whatever is happening, they’re going to likely need all of the pack together, so he wanders off to go and retrieve the one of them that’s missing. He goes to get Felse. Wandering into the store to approach her, he offers a smile to the older woman as a means of apologizing for earlier before he’s nodding towards the door. “You might want to come along.” He says, giving her a look that said he couldn’t explain to her there but that it was best if she came with him.

Max is moving slowly a few too many paces behind Sarah because he saw the look in her eyes, the one that said she needed to do this on her own, the one that spoke of so many things he had never actually seen in her eyes before. He can only watch as he's still easily within the entrance of the alley, close to the light of day when Felse’s scent hits his nose. He had been actively seeking it out and he didn't even know it until he smelt it. Its a risk, to take his eyes away from what could be the enemy, but he does it anyway and turns to look back for her. A brief smile lights up his face and he extends a hand out for her to take before his attention goes back to the others, to focus on his sister. He trusts her to take it, trusts her to join him as he takes another step further inside. With all of their little pack there, he wants to get closer now, before something happens. If anything is going to happen. This is the first time they've smelt and seen so many wolves in one place in their lives. He wants to know how they can stay here like this, among the humans and that horrid stink of rotting air. Max knows that Sarah can handle herself, but he and Lucas have never left her alone long enough to ever know what she’s actually capable of.

Sarah is far away from her brother and doesn't even know it. She's nearly at the back of the alley, following that trail of the scent of the one her brother knocked over. She never heard him say sorry, and she should at least do that, shouldn't she? But she also needs to know why they're here, why they're hiding among the humans in an alley so dark one could mistake it for night. How do they hunt? Do they get enough to eat? Why does he have that scent covering him? Where did he get it from and who did it really belong too. "Hi... I... I'm sorry about that. My brother, he… He didn’t hurt you, did he?" she asked, still approaching with apprehension but she refused to show submission. She wants them to know that she isn't a threat, but she won’t submit knowing her brother is behind her. That smell is getting stronger now, she knows that much as it nearly overwhelms her senses. Her eyes almost flutter, so she blinks rapidly as she takes another step closer. “Why do you smell like that? What’s in your pocket?” she asks, this edge to her voice that says she won’t back down without knowing.
 
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Fesle was about to leave when Lucas came back in at first she smiles but then crinkles her nose. She tries to hide it, but the mixture of the scent is....awful. There's that scent that's at the motel, some weird tree smell, but now some tangy, sweet smell in it. Did Lucas drink alcohol or something? That's the only thing she can compare it too but she wonders how the smell is able to cover most of his'. About to ask what's wrong, she stops when Lucas says that she needs to come with him. Fesle furrows her brows but knows that whatever he's holding back on it's for a reason. Nodding at the elderly woman one last time, she takes her bag of clothes and quickly goes with him.

When she leaves the store, she can not only smell a trail of that scent on Lucas, but also Maxwell's. It's almost as clear as day, it's going into that non-inviting alleyway. Without fear of her safety, she follows Maxwell's scent. If anything were to happen, not only do they have each other's back, but Lucas and Sarah do too. In a normal scenario, she would stay away from alleyways, but she's not by herself anymore. In situations like these, she needs to draw courage from her pack rather than herself alone. If the pack isn't afraid to go, neither should she. Gripping the plastic bag tighter and giving one last look to Lucas, she continues on.

Her head comes into the view in the alleyway faster than the rest of her body, eager to make sure everyone is okay. When she sees Maxwell not just looking back at her, but flashing a smile, she gives one back as well. Despite the multiple werewolf scents in this alleyway, she won't retreat until Max does. Gaining speed, she jogs to hastily grab Max's hand, giving it a hard squeeze to express that even though she'll be with him till the end, she is a bit nervous. Why are there so many wolf scents in this alleyway, in fact, why are they in the city? Wouldn't they be in the forest, away from hunters and cops, rather than under their noses? Then again, that's how she sometimes got away from the cops, so it's not too dumb of a move.

Fesle keeps quiet as she watches Sarah until the man comes into view. There's a cage wall dividing the alleyways and he was trying to open the door but the lock was giving him some trouble. There area few boxes surrounding the cage in a messy way, some even smelling of rotten meat. The rotten meat smell is really strong, but it still can't hide the multiple wolf smells. Suddenly, Fesle brings herself into a halt, a halt that surprisingly has enough force behind it. Her eyes widen as her grip around Max's hand tightens, tightens more than it ever has before. "We shouldn't do this." Fesle whispers. "Get Sarah out of there." she pleads to Maxwell, her other hand now gripping his arm sleeve.

The man tries to unlock the door even while Sarah speaks, as if he doesn't care about a word she's saying. It wasn't until her tone began to sound demanding that he froze in his place. Though his face isn't seen because his back is towards her, he starts laughing slowly. "Don't you flee brains get it when I called you mutts?" his question is anything but that and is more like a warning. As he turns around, a growl is easily heard from the back of his throat. "It means you don't deserve to even talk to me." he says before shifting into his wolf form. His brown eyes turn bright green as his fur are patches of beige and black, almost in a German Shepard pattern. His growl shows off his canine teeth as more growls are heard near him.

From the boxes, three more wolves come out of them, the rotten meat weren't able to completely hide their scents, but it was enough for feel like this alley was just a passing ground. One of the wolves in particular wasn't given grace of the universe as it's covered in scars from head to toe. Each of them has fur rising from their back and almost, in a way, blocks Sarah from the black and beige wolf. Fesle was about to growl as well before she smells more scents from behind her. As she turns her head, behind Lucas are two more werewolves, a lot younger than the man Sarah is following, but both way taller than her. They lean on the entrance walls of the alleyway, seeming to block them in some sort.
 
Sarah growls back at him, her nose crinkling as she starts to show her teeth, her face contorting in annoyance and anger. "Stop saying that word." she says, because it bothers her as much as it does her brother. "You don't know the meaning of the word." she growls back at him, shifting in an instant when she sees him do the same. The many scents fill her nose and she knows the four of them are vastly out numbered, but that scent, its there somewhere and she needs to know the source, needs to find it before it gets away from her. She crouches low, every fang and tooth on display as she snarls at him, her ears as though they were horns stick out to the sides of her head as her own hackles raise. She knows how to fight, she knows that she can handle herself despite their numbers, because their parents had made sure of it.

Max half turns his head as Felse says for him to grab his sister but then he hears the snarls and the growls as he turns his head back to see that she's in wolf form. He growls a warning in return, gently he extracts his arm from her grasp. "Too late now. But I'll protect you, I promise." he says, leaning over to do as he did before, pressing a kiss into her hair. A moment later he's stepping away from her to shift, his abnormally large size adding to the imposing figure that he strikes as he takes up the same threatening posture as his sister. He bares every sharp fang and tooth, his own ears acting as horn of their own as he starts to takes steps forwards as a support for her. Max knows that she needs this, needs to be the one in charge, but that doesn't mean he's going to let her do this alone. Too many scents fill his nose, but he also knows where Felse is, a part of him is just aware of her being close.

Lucas is about to say his brothers name to warn him as he watches two large men block the entrance. But that can't be the only way out, there is never just one way out. He knows this as he backs up, keeping his eyes on the two men who are behind them. He bumps into Felse but he doesn't turn as he listens to whats going on behind him. He's used to flanking the rear, making sure their backs are protected and covered, so when he hears not only Sarah shift, but Max too, he does it without hesitation. He takes up a fighting stance, growling low in the back of his throat a warning to make sure the others keep away because he will fight if he has too. They all will.

But it is a fight. Its a messy, loud fight full of snarls, growls, glints of fang and the tang of blood. The triplets are not easy to take down, they're mostly muscle in its wonderous stages, lean and fit. They protect each other, and they protect Felse. They work as a team as they move with a fluidity of motion that fills one with envy. Every step, every move is done with purpose, with a confidence that spoke volumes. This was how they were most at home. This was form was their comfort and their power. Each of them knows how to fight and defend, taking on at least two before they all meet a stalemate. Each sibling is not with a mark, be it by claw or fang, but its the same from the other side. But they are at least evenly matched. Whatever it was the long missing parents had been training their children for, in the moment it has paid off.

"Where is the source of the smell!?" Sarah demands into the dark, squared off and angry against the other wolves, saliva dripping from the edge of her lower lip is tinged with red. Her voice is nearly deafening. It has to be, to be heard over the pants for breath and the growls of warning. She doesn't understand this drive to get that source, why she needs to be near it and ensure its safety. The stinging pain in her ribs can wait, the twinge of an ache in the meaty part of her right thigh can stop bothering her. This is far more important. This is like breathing.
 
"Stop!" a male voice booms through the alleyway, surprisingly over the sounds of snapping teeth and barking. The fight was about ten minutes in and neck-and-neck when all the territorial wolves pushed the siblings off of them. Each of them hiding their tails between their legs before shifting back into their human forms. Some of them had minor scratches and bites, easy to heal in a few weeks, while one of the young boys that fought with Lucas had a nasty gash in his side. He had to tie his jacket around it just to stop some of the bleeding.

The man that held this command was younger than this Beta that Sarah and Lucas ran into, in fact, the man is probably around their age if not older, a man of Asian descent. He wears formal attire with black dress pants and a navy blue button up shirt. A lot of his veiny fingers hold silver rings and a watch that he either had the money to purchase or stole fair and square. He was about the height of Maxwell, but isn't as buff. However, from the way the other wolves react so obediently to him, he has to be the Alpha for a reason. Taking off his sunglasses shows a glare that the other wolves must have already felt before they had seen it. A glare that's sharper than the Beta's by far, even if the triplets aren't in his pack.

"What have I said about keeping a low profile in the daytime?" though his voice is low and smooth it's anything but friendly. Maxwell, a fellow Alpha, can tell that he's trying his best not to discipline all of them as he speaks. "I thought we were wolves, not junkyard dogs." he insults all of them, bring even the female that attacked Sarah to lower her head in shame. "Now," he growls, "get back to home base." just like that, the order causes all of them to run past him with haste.

It's not until they're all gone does he finally set his hazel eyes on the triplets. Clipping his sunglasses on his shirt, he walks towards them with no hesitation. "Sorry about the scruff, my Beta is....questionable." He walks past Lucas and pats his shoulder, though when he says the last word, he tightens his grip on that shoulder to the point his knuckles turn white. As if it didn't hurt, he simply takes his hand off Lucas and makes his way towards Maxwell and Sarah. "He said you arrived last night, in the motel Appaloosa, is that right?" he speaks as if he's in a business meeting, polite and collective, despite all that his pack has done.

"He's far too territorial for this big city, tried to tell him you guys were just passing through." He stops in front of Maxwell before sniffing the air, that clean winter smell is not a scent he's used to. They're not from around here at all... Letting out his hand that holds the silver watch, he brings up an emotionless smile, "Names Tyson, no use for last name basis, something tells me you guys are here for something and then you'll bounce." Finally, he acknowledges Sarah by simply glancing at her, apparently only Maxwell is worth his time. "My Beta has something that your healer wants and I have no use for turf wars in my city when you guys don't even want to be here."

With that, he turns on his heel and starts walking back towards the entrance of the alleyway. "I'll be happy to give it to you guys, the sooner you leave the better." the fact that this man can sound so polite but cold is phenomenal. Then again, maybe you have to be that way when you constantly live near the enemy, the humans. Tyson was about to leave the alley before he looks down at Fesle's bookbag, "It seems that one of your city wolves has caught my Beta." Grabbing the bookbag as if it's in his custody, he slings it over his shoulder, not having any trouble with the weight unlike Fesle. "Come, the police are on their way."
 
The three turn to look as someone else talks and they all turn, growling low in warning as if they're one. An imposing sound. But it's different when the man standing there doesn't even acknowledge them, or the sound. Max eyes this other man before he shifts back, and only because he did so, did his siblings shift back as well. Lucas reaches up to touch the side of his face where he hadn't realize he got hurt, wincing as he feels the sting and has to put pressure to stop the blood. It isn't too deep but he hadn't even noticed it until he was human, and with his sisters help, he knows that its going to heal just fine. Probably won't even leave a scar. He's about to turn to ask for something when this other wolf touches him, squeezing his shoulder and he curls his lip in an instinctual warning show of teeth.

Max doesn't stand for the other man touching his brother and growls a deep rumbling warning in his chest as he takes a threatening step towards him. He squares his shoulders as he watches him, wondering silently where it is Felse has disappeared too. When had she gone, where had she gone. He can only grit his teeth, jaw showing his tension as his eyes track this opposing Alpha's every move. And the moment he sees him scoop up the bag to carry, his hand is snapping out to clasp his wrists, dull human nails digging into skin as he pries the bag from his grasp. "My pack, our things. I'll carry it." he said, a deep territorial rumble in his own voice. They don't have lands, but they have each other and he'll keep it firm in his own grasp. What he doesn't know, was how he'd responded to having the other Alpha touch Felse's things had triggered an underlying tone in his voice that spoke of the type of bond they had. Even if he was still figure out what was. "We'll only go with you to have what is needed returned or given to us, and then we're gone. You'll not have any of yours follow us, or their lives are forfeit." he decides to say with his deep rumbling tone, his own Alpha's voice that shows he's barely holding his own restraint. "But the further into the city we get, the less I'm going to trust you. So it best not be far."

Sarah had nearly fallen over when she shifted back to human, needing to set her hand on the cool, dirty brick of the building to keep from toppling. The back of her thigh is slick and she'll need a new pair of jeans for sure. Something, it seems they'll need to get somewhere else as her hands move to deftly get what she needs out of the bag to stop the bleeding. Her sweater and shirt are also tinged with blood, but she only lets out a soft hiss as she tends to herself. The smell of yarrow invades noses as she all but forces it into her wounds. She's just about to patch up her ribs when she hears distinctly that this other back has the source of the scent she had so aggressively sought out. That's all she needs and is actually taking the first steps out of the alley before her brother is offering up their side of the deal, something they've only heard their own mother do a few times in their lives. But she knows they'll need it, they don't need to get into another aggressive fight that could end up far worse.

The sound of distant sirens is easy to hear in the air as they leave the ally, but they know better than to run, that makes things look worse. But even still, Sarah herself is covered in her own blood. While she's physically doing fine in the moment, she won't be if they all end up getting caught. Lucas moves toward her and trades her his large sweater for their duffle bag. They walk behind Max and this Tyson, talking without words or sound as Sarah instructs him on how to apply the fine powder to the cut on his face to stop the bleeding. The sooner they get Felse back and whatever made his sister so aggressive, the sooner they could get out of there. He was sure now that cities were just too much trouble.
 
Their growls, though could affect the other members of his pack, don't seem to make Tyson flinch in the slightest. Even when he was facing Lucas' bearing teeth did he only roll his eyes at him before letting go. "I don't mean to sound offensive," the tone sounds like he doesn't care anyway, "but it feels like I'm being hissed at by kittens." he comments. For a man to be surrounded by three other werewolves, he must be pretty confident in his craft and instincts to not be phased by them. Perhaps he's seen worse, or he is worse. "So, please calm down, you'll end up giving me a migraine."

Tyson lowers his hand when Maxwell doesn't shake it, seeing as though they're more barbaric than he thought. The Alpha even dares to try to hurt him as he goes to take back Fesle bookbag, he lets him by simply letting go. And though Maxwell is speaking to him in his authorities, powerful tone, Tyson once again ignores him by simply looking down at his wrists. "You need to work on your strength Alpha." he comments, only seeing blood coming out from the cuts and no feeling of anything cracking. "Two, don't try to make orders, you're not the biggest anymore. Don't forest wolves have any respect for other's territory, you crossed into ours." the last part was sarcastic as he simply walks away from them. He doesn't bother getting a response and shoves his hands in his pockets, not caring that his bloody wrist might stain his pants.

All he has to do is follow the smell of pine and another spice he can't put his finger on. Once again, a scent that's not from around here and he can easily identify as Fesle's, an unknown wolf. "Judging by your messy tendencies, we're the first pack you've seen in a while." he assumes correctly as he watches the police drive past them. The men in uniform rush into the alleyway but will only find nothing but a few specks of blood. "I'm surprised you guys can survive in the forest with hunters combing the plains; and though you are no more than an eyelash in my eye- I guess I'm happy to see more of our kind." He somehow manages to sound just a gram grateful and excited to see them, still trying to get over how pissed off he is at his pack. It's like all his training is for nothing something.

They walk about three blocks away from the alleyway, any dog or cat they pass yelps away from Tyson faster than the triplets. Even a few police dogs refuse to cross his path, leaving the policeman confused on why their dog suddenly can't obey a simple order. Because Tyson is not born yesterday, they travel mostly through alleyways to stay away from the crowd. The pine smell is so obvious that it makes his nose twitch in disgust of it, having lived away from the forest for so long. Taking a sharp turn out of an alleyway and crossing the street, the next alleyway seems to be under construction.

Some of the beams from both the buildings had fallen down, so a lot of caution tape and support wires keep the side foundation of the building together. It's obvious that no one is supposed to go past it, but Tyson makes his way through the ripped pieces without looking around to see if anyone has noticed. He can already hear the annoying complaints of his Beta. "Finally, you're here boss, you're finished you-" Shoving away a few caution tapes to get through, Tyson chuckles maliciously at the sight before him. His Beta, supposedly the second boss and strongest of the pack, is wrapped in dozens of support wires with Fesle simply sitting on top of him. The way he's entangled from shoulders to toes makes it hard to just take a deep breath and if he were to try anything Fesle would simply put all her weight on him to choke him.

The only way Fesle can get him to shut up is by covering his mouth with caution tape and tying it with a bow. Her brown hair is a bit disorganized, but she sits on him with a glare. Looking up at seeing Maxwell, she gasps with a smile but before she could even speak his name, Tyson offers his hand to her. "Nice bow." he comments with no emotion. Fesle hesitates to take it, being used to taking only Maxwell's. By the way the aura feels and how he's covered in the scent of other wolves, he must be the Alpha to the pack who attacked them. Her cognac eyes dart toward Maxwell and his siblings, checking to see if they were badly injured, before finally taking his hand.

"Thanks, it helps shut him up, he says rather useless things." she comments, giving him somewhat a glare to signal her displeasure of his presence. "Finally," he sighs, "some decent company." he says before pushing her towards Maxwell, feeling his glare behind his head. Fesle wraps her arms around him, they're somewhat shaking, probably from the adrenaline to subside. "I'm so glad you're safe, all of you." she muffles into his shirt, having the urge to almost cry by how happy she is to be reunited with them. Her head turns toward Sarah, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I told you that I got your back."
 
Max pays attention to every little thing as they're walking along. He doesn't miss the obvious clue that even their canine cousins do not want to go near this other Alpha. It means his gestures are probably only that, gestures. This is a game he needs to play carefully. He walks tall, displaying his full height and squares his shoulders to show his toned figure. But he still only just manages to hold himself back as they walk into a different alley that humans are avoiding for rather obvious reasons. He feels a bit of pride when he sees her completely unharmed, but its still unsettling that he hadn't realized she slipped away from him. His jaw clenches tighter as he watches the interaction, clueing in then that he had been meant to take the other mans hand. A greeting he can only assume was human. He doesn't relax until Felse is moving to him and he decides to ignore the push as he wraps his own arms around her, breathing in her scent that soothes him. His muscles relax and his jaw is no longer clenched as he looks her over carefully, making sure that she has no injuries. Satisfied, he moves to place her partially behind him, his fingers laced with hers to keep a hold of her hand. He needs to know where she is this time, no slipping away from him as he gives it a squeeze. "The thing my sister wants." he says, holding out his hand to wait for it. "So we can be on our way."

Sarah looks up at Felse from where she'd been checking on the wound in her side and offers her a small smile. "Thanks." she says softly, though she knows what the other did was dangerous and she glances at the other Alpha who's obviously too cold and calculating. She doesn't like those types of wolves, they're too dangerous but she knows their own pack is too small and that her brother isn't as commanding as their mother had been. Still, he is commanding enough and she closes Lucas' sweater back around her body as she side steps to be behind Max. She just wants to leave now, but that enticing smell is all she can focus on and even half behind her brother, she peeks around him as she scents the air. The moment it was placed in her hands, she's clearly trying hard to resist holding it up to her nose. "Where did you get this?"

Lucas stands close as he watches and waits, paying very careful attention to his siblings. The moment they have Felse back among their number, he watches as she's placed in a protected position and moves to stand closer to his brother, to his Alpha to help him block and defend. He watches with careful eyes as Max asks for whatever it is that his sister wants, its a new smell, a different and new one. Thinking that now that they had everything, he thought that they could leave. But he lets out this soft grumble as he hears his sisters voice once again.

Max lets out this warning growl at Sarah when she holds the item she wanted out and asks in a clearly demanding tone that she wanted to know where it came from. "We'll figure it out ourselves. Leave now." he commands, knowing that he has too in order to get her to listen. He knows and feels that she wants to deny it and question him as to why they can't just be told, but he wants them all to get distance from this pack and safe. They shouldn't have come here in the first place, he hates the cities. He doesn't turn his back as his pack leaves the alley, back slowly out as he keeps his eyes on Tyson, expressing to him to that without his word from what he wanted earlier, that Alpha to Alpha, there was very little trust between them.
 
Fesle turns around while in Maxwell's arms, expecting to finally get this object as well. Tyson nods before turning around at his Beta, who hadn't moved in inch because of his obvious situation. He analysis the different wires coming from different directions, grateful that Fesle put a strap around his mouth. Just his eyes alone are speaking as if they're going a mile a minute. After about a minute of calculating, his long slender fingers touch one specific wire before tugging it. Like it was a puzzle, all the other wires loosen so that the Beta can not only get free but relieve the wires around his skin. Some spots started bleeding from how tight the wires were.

"You bit-" "The object William." Tyson demands, letting out his hand in expectation that he isn't going to ask again. Fesle can see the arguing in his eyes but none of them wouldn't dare leave his lips towards his Alpha. "I almost got caught by the military for this thing." he grumbles, shoving his hand in his pocket to take out the object. It had been wrapped around with a handkerchief, a messy wrap at those, to hide some of the smell. "I didn't ask you to." Tyson retorts before tilting his head to go somewhere else. With that, William leaves before he could say that all that he wanted to say, thankfully.

When Tyson turns back around to them, he looks down at it, the smell it gives off doesn't really affect him because he like to drink the substance it smells like. There's a lot of city smells that doesn't bother him anymore, the same with Fesle. The handkerchief does block off a lot of the smell, being dipped in something awful and unknown to him. For the healer to smell it must mean..... He doesn't are to answer her question as he unwraps it for them. It's a cell phone, not one fancy at that, nothing more than a flip-phone to make calls and send texts with its outdated keyboard. The screen and everything about it is broken, beyond repair really. For a split second, you could see the want to just destroy this thing, just the sight of this object and the smell being more obvious makes Tyson sigh.

"I'm only warning you guys for the lowest reason being that we're all of the same blood." he starts, walking up to them while gripping the broken phone. "If you really are going after her, your healer's instincts better not be wrong. If she is and you let her in your lives, it's your lives that will be forfeit. You guys are a nuisance, but I don't want another werewolf's life lost in this world." He stops in front of them and looks down at Maxwell's hand, everything he's done so far is to try to intimidate Tyson, on his turf no less. A lifeless smirk grows on his face when he looks up at Maxwell and tosses it at Fesle instead.

She catches it only because she's been watching Tyson's every move, having a hard grasp on it now that she's finally got what she's been chasing after this whole time. From the strong smell it gives off, she's happy to give it to Sarah rather than keep it, she's not much of an alcohol-smell person. It would be a lie if Fesle didn't have questions as well, about the same as Sarah's when they were in the alleyway. When they finally meet another wolf pack, they're so...human. It's almost like she's looking at another version of herself, one that's more cold and doesn't care for life. Would she have turned out like this?

Hearing Maxwell's growl means that it's time to go, and as she watches him back up, she stays in her place. "But how will we find her..." she mumbles towards Maxwell, feeling like they don't have enough answers. "I think your healer will become the tracker for today." Fesle looks back at Tyson who now has his hands back in his pockets. "There's a line between werewolves and humans, learn it." his words cut into her more than he knew, finding that line hard to find for Fesle. Can Sarah really track this girl just by a broken cellphone? Fesle watches him turn his back and walk away, saying one last thing to her.

"Hopefully you can teach your mutts some pedigree while you're on top." Fesle doesn't stop watching him until he's out of sight and she's left start backing away toward Maxwell. While I'm on top? Surely an Alpha could tell that Fesle isn't one, she can tell that through herself. Maxwell is obviously the pack's leader, so why did Tyson treat her as if they're on the same level? Is his smell still on hers', or is it shown through Max's body language? In that moment, though the man barely shows emotion- just like a businessman- he gave a little respect to her but didn't to any of the triplets. I shouldn't think into this so much, probably because I still smell like the city...

With that, Fesle turns her back and makes haste to Maxwell. "What did he mean by Sarah becoming a tracker? I know we have a good sense of smell, but this girl could be anywhere." her concerns are voiced before looking at Sarah. To see her so fixated on it makes Fesle furrow her brows. The only she can compare it with is when Fesle had Max's sweater on her last night. It's intoxicating, inviting, and makes you want to do anything but wise decisions. But also in the smell is such bliss, comfort, and surety; maybe Sarah could finally get some of that as well, even if it does strongly resemble red wine.
 
Max curls his lip in annoyance as he's ignored in favor of Felse, but he says little else as he keeps her partially behind him to protect her. Something inside of him says he's doing it to protect her even though he knows she doesn't need it. She had more than proven herself that day because while they were all fighting off too many wolves, she took on a Beta and won. But there is also fact that it's an instinct he just can't seem to ignore. So, he stays on front of her as best he can and watches every move as he listens to what's being said. Another female might end up in their ranks, and a dangerous one at that if his fellow Alpha is giving a warning. But he's more than glad they're leaving and heading out of the alley because he's got a bubbling anger below the surface at being called a mutt yet again.

Sarah and Lucas wait impatiently at the entrance of the alley. Or rather, Lucas does as he keeps a tight grip on his sisters arm. The broken phone in her hand is the only piece of technology they've ever had and though she holds it to her chest, he can still smell it. Whatever scent is on it, is strong. Almost as strong as his insistently pulling sister. She won't let up on trying to just take off before their brother and Felse joins them. He can't help expressing his relief when the pair finally join them. "It's about time, I didn't know how much longer I could hold onto her." And with that, he let's go.

Sarah can't explain it, but once they're out of the alley and on the sidewalk, though the strong source of the scent is in her hand, she knows where it is. She can tell where she needs to go to find her. Another female wolf that makes her heart just skip a beat at the thought. She can't help it as she goes to start tracking, only to be stopped by a firm grasp on her. She growls, but keeps pulling on his grip as she tries to leave, needs to leave. She has to find her. Needs to find her. She can't explain why, it's like, instinct. So, Sarah keeps trying, over and over again to leave, pretending to go one way and then the next, getting into the way of the humans. They just go around her, they can't smell what she smells. Tugging and pulling, she let's out a soft whine as she's finally set free.

Sarah takes two steps and then is practically jogging further into the city at first, following only the barest traces of the scent. It's a liquor store. It makes her growl and wander aimless in front of it before it hits her, like a directional pull and she starts off again. Use the smell that smells like your scent, hide your own, keep moving. Sarah recalls vividly in their mothers voice as she explained to them how they smelt and how it might be hard to use the very thing they smelt like. But in the middle of the summer storms she had always been the best at hide and track. Still, this is not the time to remember, to reminisce about a past now long gone. She needs to find the source of the scent, needs to get to her. What if she's I'm danger? What if she's hurt? The injuries Sarah has twinge as if to remind her that she's hurt and needs to stop moving, that she needs to heal herself first. However she ignores the reminders from her body, following the scent until they're... Where were they? Confused blue eyes scan tall chain link fences that hold sharp pointed wire above like a crowns on royal heads. She steps forwards, broken cell phone in hand as she touches the cool metal and leans in to press warmed rosey cheeks to it while peering through. What she wants, needs, to find is on the other side.

Max has a hell of a time as he tries to keep up with his sister. She's walking fast despite the wound on the back of her thigh. His nose is filled with the coppery scent of her blood, and of the object in her hand. He can smell Felse better than he had before and all too keenly aware of where she is now as he continues to hold her hand. The sound of his brothers feet somewhere behind him let him know that the pack is together, they're all together and it keeps his upset at bay. He prefers to be a calm Alpha and doesn't like when they fight like pups or he has to give commands. For now, they got only a small break when Sarah was tripped up by a different source of the scent, but soon, eventually she's moving on and they're racing to keep up with her. She has little regard for the humans in her path, so he spits hastened apologizes as they too hurry past. Max is all too glad when she finally stops before he too takes in where they are. Grey eyes look through to see that what the humans have put up, is actually a way to keep nature out. It's tall and dangerous. There is no safe way to go over and still look human. He has to pull Sarah away, only he doesn't get to even wrap his fingers around her before she's found a gap in hastily cut metal and squeezing through. "Sarah!" He hollers, diving forwards to get his arm through to grab her. All he gets is Lucas's sweater. He swears as he pulls back, kicking the fence.

"She can fit. She can keep an eye on her and help keep her safe while we go around." Lucas says to the furious Maxwell as he takes back his sweater and drops the duffle to put it on. He and Max are just a little to broad and wide to fit, even if they turned to the side as their sister had. He waits, watching the pink shoes of his sister disappear into the green foliage. He jolts a little when Max is setting a heavy hand on his shoulder and they start to look for a way around.

Max hates that Lucas is right and turns his attention to Felse, her bag still on his back. "Stay safe, please. But you need to follow her, she hasn't fully tended to her injuries yet and I don't want our pack to stay broken. I'll find you. I promise." He says before holding the clearly cut part of the fence open for her to safely get through. He can only watch her go before turning to grab Lucas and find a way around.

Sarah looks all around before she spots it, a way through and she dives for it. It hurts to squeeze through but she does it, losing the extra layer as she does. But she doesn't care and hurries on quick feet forwards into thick bushes to get through them to the other side. The scent, it's so close now, she knows it is. She can smell it as it invades her senses.
 
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Fesles follows Sarah while holding onto Maxwell's hand. It hits her that she could catch up with Sarah if she let go of Max, but that couldn't happen. As long as Sarah's in sight, it'll be a last resort. They finally stop at the fence and Fesle instantly shrinks into her hair once again, this time more in hesitance than embarrassment. The bob wire fences, military scouting, and concrete building are all too familiar to her. But before she could evaluate on what this place was, she's startled that Sarah will go in so blindly. Teeth bit her lips as she looks up at Maxwell, knowing that Lucas is right and that they have to split up.

"I will, she won't leave my sight." she promises as she squeezes through the fence, it being easier since Mas holds it for her. Once she's in, she follows the same direction Sarah goes in. With military men being so close, it's like she's trying to retrieve a child from not getting caught. One of the men were close, too close for comfort. Fesle makes the haste decision to grab Sarah by both her shoulders and pull her into a nearby thick grass. That moment of wanting to protect her made her forget about Sarah's leg and she whispers an apology before joining her close to the ground.

"I know you're after something Sarah, but we need to be careful, these aren't just pigs, they're military." It doesn't matter if Sarah gets it or not, Fesle made a promise to the pack that she'll help protect them. "We can't shift at all while we're here, there could be cameras everywhere; and I'd rather get caught as a human versus a werewolf." she quickly explains before lifting up her head slightly. Looking over the grass, the man that was close before is now farther away. Scanning the building, she tries to find a way in besides the front door. All she sees is what appears to be a wooden door leading to the lower levels of the building. Plus, it doesn't appear to have a lock on it.

She looks down at Sarah, "I think our only option is to go down to the basement and find a way up, or make one. It looks like all the heat is above ground, so maybe we won't have too much trouble." Her suggestion is the best thing she's got as of right now, knowing if she had more time that she could think of a better plan. There's no time however, and they can't goof off now. "Should we wait for Maxwell and Lucas?"
 
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