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Bleeds Well grunts at mention of Blood Talons and glances over to Emily in the Driver's seat with an eyebrow quirk. He pats the top of the door through the rolled down window.
"Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, buckle your safety harness, and let your tongue flap in the breeze."
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The pack plus one pile into the red truck finding the converted bed to be just spacious enough to not be a large box. A possibly uncomfortable time later, it really depends on your proximity to a corner, the pack find themselves in Florin. Without knowing the area there isn't an easy way to tell though, the budding sprawl of Sacramento reaches down south with large shopping malls and smaller strip malls enveloped by houses in neat rows and circles along with apartment buildings.
After a few blocks scratches on windows and wood paneling form territorial markings of another pack. Then at a stoplight it starts to make more sense. The scratches are getting more complex the further east you all travel. After a short drive east and then quick turn to the south the pack find themselves driving down a road with houses in various states of disarray to the west and a long open industrial area to the east.
Just a bit down the road there's a small turn-off leading to a winery. Yep a winery. There's also a single person, hoodie up despite the weather, diligently going after a power pole with what is probably a small knife...probably.
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SiteEmily.... did not like trucks. She disliked driving her own truck collecting cars, but that was tolerable because there were All-American Dollars at the end of it. "Damn she's got a big ass..." she muttered, feeling the truck gently around the corners and clicking her gum loudly.
"Hey. You guys seen that?" She says, waving a hand at the territory markings. "Looks like we're here. What you wanna do, Chief?"
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Tiny's words earn a smirk from the Blood Talon as the truck carries them down to their destination.
"Depending upon how this goes? You'll see," she offers as the small man asks about her favorite moves.
The words of Soren were heard as well, with Brigit granting him a nod.
"If you pull your weight, the honor is ours," Brigit says before waving away the Coke, "Focus on the hunt ahead, I doubt we are hunting whelps."
Brigit's tone still bore a hard edge, but the advice was not malicious. Soren had a chance to prove himself in the eyes of the pack and this was more than a simple trod along the territory.
Brigit eyes the figure in the distance as she cocks an ear in the direction of the cab, waiting for Hector's orders.
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"I look forward to it." Tiny responds to Bridget.
Tiny's eyes are distracted by the winery. Fransinetti.
He frowned, he hadn't heard of that name before. Even when he had been looking for local varietals to fill his cabinet with. The dusty disused road leading down towards the winery further reinforced the concern.
Why was a local winery in a dead part of town?
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Soren shrugs and puts the coke back, and pulls out his own beer and hands out others to who wants one. He smiles at Brigit and puts his hands out in a 'We'll see' gesture. While watching out the truck drinking his beer Soren notices that he is in a part of town he is not familiar with.
Whelp! Hopefully I don't get stranded, because I am kinda lost right now, I'll get my bearings in a little while though. No sweat!
Hearing the others he spots what was called out. "You guys ever see "Scooby-Doo"? I bet it's Old Fannerly from the Winery."
He chuckles to himself before turning back to the others in the truck. He centers himself, getting ready for what comes next.
This will be quite fun, love a good fight. But I am sure there is more to this than the usual. Maybe a territory push or a raid, but it will still be fun.
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"Ruff..." Hector muscled his way to a window. Yes, he spent most of the journey with his snout hanging out and his fur blasted back by the wind. He looked happy... in a big mongrel dog kind of way.
Once they reached their 'patrol area', he scrabbled around a bit as he tried to follow the signs. He managed a series of yaps when an understanding of the carved signs fell into place, and he made a passable attempt at a pointer dog - but the truck had moved on.
He growled low when he saw the side-road leading off to a... winery. His paws scraped on the the metal of the tray the pack were huddled in as he scrabbled to the rear, so he could get a better look as they passed.
He barked when he realised what the lone figure was doing: barked, and turning, attempted to get pass a sympathetic 'feel' to the rest of the pack.
Then the Cahalith hunkered down while he centred himself gathered together his Pack Awareness.
2 successes
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As the truck eases around the corner Bleeds Well opens his door and hops out. It's off to the races as the Talon sprints after the hoodie ninja. He whispers to the fetish around his neck, asking for more speed, but the hummingbird ignores him. He's hunting another wolf after all, and The People do not murder the People. Cursing he digs for more speed as he tries to run down the knife wielder before he can flee and a real foot chase begins.
Bleeds Well has Fleet of Foot 1, his speed is 11
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As the truck had turned onto the road and then slowly pulled down it the hooded person had remained focused on the power pole. As Bleeds Well hopped from the truck and began running down the street the hooded person had remained focused on the power pole.
As Bleeds Well comes up right behind the person it finally makes sense. The person is singing a song somewhat loudly.
"Five are the Cursed and the Weak. Three are the Righteous and the Strong.
Who's children clear the way and cleanse the ground.
In their image we show our worth and honor Father Wolf."
Hoodie failed their perception and is caught by surprise by Bleeds Well who catches up to them.
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Hector allows himself to pant excitedly as his awareness expands thanks to his Gift's influence. Shaking his shaggy head, the Alpha hops down from the vehicle and carefully pads after Bleeds Well .
The Dr is having fun with me again. I've taken the second roll Kelreth
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