Respecting the Pack structure is a thing... but damn if it isn't more difficult to do when the Alpha doesn't own a cell phone. Tristan had to bring his happy ass out to the Railyard to look for Hector. Then, after successfully wasting time and making excuses for leaving a crime scene? He'd shown respect and deference. Actually asked Hector's permission to bring the Pack in on a matter the police were already investigating.
The others he'd just sent a text like any other American in the 21st century.
3 police cruisers are parked along the sloping sides of the creek-bed. Further down, close to where the body had been found, Tristan watches the ambulance pull away with the remains. The other officers, apparently, are ready to leave. The Hirfathra Hissu is just staying behind to 'get statements from some witnesses'.
"I can't get out of this." he says, hands placed squarely on his hips. His eyes track the ambulance as it recedes further and further down the road. "I'm convinced it's Pack business, mind you, but I've got to file my reports. Body was found on duty. I can't just play off like I wasn't here." The ambulance disappears. Tristan turns back to the Alpha with concern written plainly on his face.
"You remember what we found last time, don't you?" Tristan couldn't forget. The angry eyes and choking fog had revisited him in dreams.
"There's a Locus nearby." the Beta continues, eyeing Viola and Chris now. "Something on the other side has been manifesting here, to hunt. Local police are..." he clears his throat for emphasis. "...convinced it's a mountain lion. That should buy you some time." Tristan rubs the stubble on his chin, considering something. "Whatever it is, it kills violently. And not for food, either. Considering it already made a mark on the Hisil, 3 more deaths in a month can't be helping things."
There isn't much more he can add. He looks to others expectantly.