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[color=#A9A9A9][b]32 / Male / Alpha[/b]
[b]Location:[/b] The village [b]Tags:[/b] Open[/color][/center]

The late September sun broke through the thick canopy of trees and shined down onto the peaceful little settlement. It was quiet today. It was still warm enough in the season that some of the pack may be at the lake for a swim. Or maybe they were in town. Jude didn't keep that close an eye on them. They were all grown. Surely he could let them have free reign without worrying about them like a helicopter parent.

He, meanwhile, was hard at work. One of the cabins on the property had been damaged in a late season storm, and he was in charge of putting it back together. His bandsaw buzzed as he sawed lumber down to size. His hammering had scared off most of the birds, so the racket made up a majority of the sounds to be heard. He'd had to haul a tree off the cabin's roof, then used it to make the new wood to replaced the old. His wolf form came in handy for moving fallen trees, seeing as they didn't own any oxen. He was the next best thing.

With sweat pouring down his face, Jude sat on a nearby log to guzzle some water, then look over his work. The outside walls were looking good. They just needed some weather treatment and some stain, and they'd be done. The roof came next. Maybe he'd work on that tomorrow. After all, his schedule was pretty clear. He didn't have a job in town, as keeping the pack together and their village in shape was a full time job of it's own. And surely nothing would happen between now and then that would delay his progress.

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[color=#A9A9A9][b] 31 / Male / Hunter[/b]
[b]Location:[/b] In town [b]Tags:[/b] Open[/color][/center]

A red corvette blew down the highway towards town. The souped up engine purred as it's occupant paid as little attention to the road as possible. He was busy looking at his phone, dialing a familiar number: his assistant for this hunt. The phone began to ring, and he put it to his ear. It rang, and rang, and rang...Finally, it went to voicemail.

"Quit jerking off and get your ass over here. I lost you twenty minutes ago, where the hell are you?!" His voice sounded like he'd gargled with gravel. A scar across his throat that looked suspiciously like claw marks might have had something to do with that. Anthony was nothing if not a survivor. Against all odds, he'd beat out werewolves and vampires alike, and slammed the door in death's face several times. He was like a roach infestation: nasty, and particularly hard to get rid of.

He was speeding towards his newest target: a cute little town that, according to his intel, had a little werewolf problem. He wasn't going to fix the problem. In fact, what he had in mind would probably just make it worse. Anthony only wanted the strongest, toughest wolves for his boss. He would round them up, sell them off, and leave the rest of the pack to seethe. He couldn't care less what happened to the leftovers. They could die. They could live. They could try to hunt him down and fail.

Anthony slowed down as he came into the narrow streets of Vinehurst. This place was certainly quaint; a real 'raise the kids' type place. He couldn't wait to see it burn. He pulled into the parking lot of an inn and got out. Anthony glared down the road, where his little helper was still a no show. He's placed them in charge of handling the "less fun" vehicle: the truck and the trailer with most of their equipment in it.

He slammed the car door and waltzed inside. The woman at the front desk was young and pretty. Anthony could tell from a mile away that she'd be real easy to get inside of, mentally, and maybe even physically if he felt like it. She looked up and smiled a classic customer service smile when she saw him. Anthony turned on the charm.

"Hey. I just got into town, and I'd like to book a couple rooms. Could I get two on the same floor?" His rough voice was surprisingly sweet when he tried. 

The woman rung him up with a happy "Of course!" and gave him his total. Anthony pulled out a thick wad of cash, filed through it, and laid down fifty extra.

"Keep the change," He said with a smug smile as he took the key cards. Anthony turned and went back outside to unload his luggage, while the desk clerk leaned over the desk a bit to get a better view.