Greyville, a place that Yvette knew was packed full of werewolves. By her research, and the research of others, and established pack was located in this town, however the only problem would be fishing them out and eradicating their very existence off the face of this earth.

She let out a small huff as she stared at her laptop screen. A word document filled with her theories had been sitting in front of her for the past hour while she had sat around and thought... Man, thinking was hard. The young hunter leaned back in her chair and let out a frustrated sigh as she sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Dimitri might be up to something." Yvette murmured. He was already taking the initiative, in fact he probably might have already done something catastrophic. She shook her head lightly and paced about her apartment room, thinking of things to do before she would actually start heading out into the forests for late night hunting.

Ah, well she could grab a drink? It wouldn't hurt to participate in normal activities once and awhile? With that thought in mind, Yvette gathered her hair up into a bun, put on a leather jacket to relieve herself of the cold winds and left her apartment to satisfy her taste for drinking. The young woman slipped into her sleek black Camaro, the trunk already filled with the appropriate weaponry for hunting, and drove off. Yvette took the fast and edgy way to the bar by speeding past signs which would probably end up with her mailbox stuffed full of tickets for disobeying the town's traffic laws. No matter, she could pay it off in due time.

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The Hunter pulled up near the bar and exited her car, her hands stuffed into her pockets as she slid through the entrance and settled down at the bar counter.

Well, since she was alone, maybe she should pester Dimitri? Yvette pulled out her phone and sent him a quick text.
[i]Lmao ay, cum 2 duh bar.[/i]