[center][h3][color=009900]Blaine Moore[/color][/h3]
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[color=009900][b]Location:[/b][/color] Washington Square
[color=009900][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Genevieve Alleron {[@Alfhedil]}, Devin Jackson Lumier {[@WolfLover]}, William Maevrsky {[@Polaris North]}[/center]

	Blaine was ecstatic. There was simply something about being in the company of Genevieve that made her happy like she'd never been. True, the two of them were no more then good acquaintances at this point, but she felt a connection there that warmed her heart and placated her soul. And it wasn't the familial bond she felt for her pack mates. To her they were children, brothers and sisters rather than anything else. This, this was different. Stronger. More rewarding and filling. And then, of course, there was the healthy, or unhealthy, depending on your point of view, dose of wishful thinking.

	Blaine grinned at Genevieve's tease about how she wouldn't be able to land a hit on her. Even delivered with a smidgen of awkwardness, the intent behind the words was sound. And Blaine's wolf yearned to answer the challenge. She was Alpha, she did not back down. [color=009900]"Well..."[/color] She almost purred, or growled, in her case. [color=009900]"There is only one way to really find out."[/color] She flashed Genevieve a fool toothed grin. [color=009900]"You, me, a sparring mat."[/color] Blaine chuckled.

	Inwardly she pondered her bold, even risque, attitude around Genevieve. She was not one to openly seek out communication or interaction with others. She wasn't a complete hermit or recluse, but she did prefer her solitude. But she felt the strangest of pulls towards this woman. As if like they were two magnets with opposite polar charges. However they struggled and fought this thing, they ended up inevitably pulled to one another. It was clear by this point that neither of them was comfortable with social interactions. And even more so uncomfortable with close interpersonal communication. And yet, here they both stood, among this mass of people, like two islands in the see pushed by the currents towards one another.

	Blaine peered at Genevieve, her inner elation at the presence of the other woman still vivid within her. [color=009900]"Well, if you've done your duty and have been working hard, as I'm sure, since morning without a bite to eat, what say you we peruse the many culinary delights this festival has to offer. We can find something decadent to indulge in and a more private place to enjoy it at."[/color] The Alpha bit the side of her lip, dreading what she'd just said, realizing it could totally be misunderstood as a flirtatious proposition. She hadn't meant it that way! Or had she. Somewhere, deep down inside. [color=009900]"I mean, since neither of us is much of a people's person."[/color] Blaine added quickly to save face, turning a little pink.

	Before either of them could react to Blaine inevitably putting both her feet in her mouth Devin approached the two women requesting a minute of her time. He pulled his Alpha a few steps away, but not before the ex rescue diver could glimpse something akin to irritation on Genevieve's delicate Asian features. [color=009900][i]Well, well, well.[/i][/color] Blaine mused. [color=009900][i]Is this what I think it is? Or is it just my bloody wishful thinking again?[/i][/color] She filed the thoughts away for later analysis, as Devin began voicing his and William's concerns. He hadn't even said a word when all hell seemingly broke loose within the square. There were screams of horror and pain and Blaine's aggression rose to dangerous levels. Her wolf clawed to emerge, but she gripped the urge with an iron fist. If she lost control, her pack mates were soon to follow. As Alpha it was her duty to always be the calmness among a storm.

	Blaine put a reassuring hand on Devin's shoulder. She closed her eyes and concentrated until she could feel clearly the life energy of all her wolves within the vicinity. Her features darkened when she could just as easily discern the signatures of outside Weres within the square. [color=009900]"[i]My wolves.[/i]"[/color] She telegraphed her thoughts to William and old Volber. [color=009900]"[i]A foreign threat encroaches on our territory. They expose us to the world in the worst of lights. Stand fast and calm. Do whatever you can to help. Do not shift! And above all, stay safe. William, Volber, I'm sending Devin to you. Find Kat. Stay together, do not separate! Help people! Keep each other safe.I will deal with this threat on my end.[/i]"[/color]

	Blaine severed the link. She looked at Devin. [color=009900]"GO!"[/color] She twisted him in the direction of William and Volber and as he left, turned and was at Genevieve's side in two long strides. But before she could open her mouth to say something, a man and a woman appeared. The man carrying an injured girl in his arms. And the woman... The woman put all of Blaine's senses on high alert. However Blaine tried to keep calm, her animal instincts were screaming in warning, her aggression was boiling within her veins at the thought of outside wolves attacking her town at a time like this. She clenched her fists as she sensed the onslaught of her partial shift. She could not afford to expose herself right now. She would never do anything to jeopardize her frail connection with Genevieve.