Carver's palm rested on the skin of his arm, just below the sleeve's cuff, overtly paying Chris' response the most mind. It wasn't subtle, but the man himself didn't even come across that way either; it was clear he could care less if the ornery man across from him had to feel about it. There was work to be done after all and that seemed to punctuate his interests. He proved to nod once at the notion that what Chris had seen contradicted the official statements they seemed to be talking about.

They were wolf attacks, said to be rabid at that, residents even being warned to carry firearms now if they ventured too deep into the forest. There was some talk of the federal government sending in professional members from the various disease control agencies, but that was just hearsay. Baseless talk of skeptical and unsettled townsfolk really. Jennings wasn't worth that much money as there'd only been two deaths, the rest were just unfortunate pets that seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That did little to change the discomfort it all had about it though, especially with the truth of at least two outsiders being involved, both of which were apparently working with the sheriff's department here.

[i]"I'm Piper."[/i] The woman spoke up, looking away from the computer at last and leaning forward on the desk, seeking answers between them both it seemed.

"Well, Piper," The man acknowledged, "You seem to be from here, given you work here, so I suppose it is only fitting I ask to learn what you've heard."

His attention left the office for a moment, fixating on a logging truck that had began rumbling down the main drag; the huge vehicle audibly whining in the thin mountain air. Carver seemed unconcerned about it, prying Piper with his inquiring expression following after; it was though he was a bit paranoid. Distrusting of this unfamiliar place, not so much its people. Something else was on his mind, building off the exchange so far.

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