The fair skinned woman halted in her steps, listening quietly as the two men shifted while she waited for one of them to say something to the other; the first to speak was the mortal man. He was a hunter, not from out he looked - she was unable to see the guns on his sides - but from the faint smell of wolf blood that clung to him like a child to its mother. [color=ec008c]"Markus. . . "[/color] The woman stepped forward, coming up from behind her mate and touching his arm to gather an idea of where everyone was though she knew he'd be angry with her for coming along after her regardless. She turned her pale eyes toward the hunter across from them as he spoke, the cockiness in his voice and the prick of fear she felt as she realized how easily he could have tried to shoot her alpha. 
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"There is a small Motel in town. We can provide you with transportation. There is a diner across the street I'm sure you would like."[/color]

The Lupa smiled as she spoke, allowing herself to come across as friendly and kind though she didn't like the feeling she was getting from him, regardless of how many wolves were around and ready to kill him without hesitating to do so. She had always feared hunters much more than before since the incident with her eyes and though she didn't hate them at all it was just a distrust and general aversion to a person that which would just as easily stab you in the back as say hello. [color=ec008c]"Does that sound like enough?"[/color]