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Suddenly, Saoirse felt Clay nudge her and could only assume that he was hungry. She didn't even flinch when he scratched her. Saoirse grinned and gently pet Clay's neck a bit. "Ah, sorry. You're probably still hungry, yeah? Here, you can have the rest and come back home in the morning, OK? I'll leave you a fresh change of clothes and some medicine out for you." Saoirse said tearing open the bag a little more, so Clay could get to the jerky easier. She then stood up and headed back to the manor at a walking pace, giving Clay a slight wave.

The walk back home was a little bit longer than the run out into the woods, but Saoirse managed to get there before the first light. Just as she had told Clay, Saoirse had gotten him a change of clothes, a large black T-shirt and sweat pants, and some medicine and a glass of water. She left them on a table just next to the door.

Afterwards, Saoirse went to the wearhouse... Alone. She didn't care if she was being reckless; she knew a potential trap when she saw one. All scents of potential threats had gone stale; nobody has been here since the incident a few days ago. The scent that remained somewhat fresh, was Dorian's. Soon after upon entering, Saoirse saw what remained of the blood circle. She kneeled down in the center of the circle and touch the inside edge of it. Surprisingly, it was hot to the touch, like it had somehow been recently used. 

Saoirse sat down in the center of the circle and sighed. Dorian wasn't here. "Damnit Dorian! Where the hell are you?!" She said half frustrated, and half afraid, as she combed her fingers through her hair.