He frowns. Then huffs. "My Tribe's duties don't have a disclaimer for how to accomplish them." He sounds more indifferent than offended.
"Cat monsters." he echoes.
On the phone, Tristan nods along and takes some mental notes. Once he hits the 'end' button, his eyes find Viola's again.
"She's alive. Unconscious, though. And her name's either Saskia or Rhonda. Those are the two living at the house." The Elodoth rubs his jaw. "They're squeeky clean, too. Only lead is some interest in pagan shit. Which I've already seen firsthand." And what a mess that'd been.
"I'm seeing two options, here. One: we go back to the scene. If the other girl is still at home, she might be able to answer some questions. I could pick up on the creature's trail from there, too." He lets out a sigh. "Or two: we check on the torn up girl at the hospital. No guarantees she'll even be awake, but we might be able to learn something. Awake or not." If he felt just a little more certain about all this he'd probably dispense with the Democracy and offer a direct solution. He'd fly, too, if he had wings. Work with what you've got.
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