Spybuster

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William turned, letting the red haired hunter go first. He climbed back up the steps of the porch, seeing that Marrec was still shadowing him. It was to be expected, although the werewolf hunter still didn't enjoy having eyes at his back at all times. The young bright haired gal was talking with Marrec, who had warned her about taking the young hunter into the house. William watched, amused by the sight of the pack concealing their identity to the oblivious man. He didn't step forward to the group until the Lupa stepped out of the house to meet the stranger. Marrec shared the information that the Ulfric had sent him with the Lupa in front of the two, and mentioned something about staying on the lookout for "William's friends."

The werewolf hunter raised a brow, confused for a short moment until he realized that it could mean there were other hunters in the area. That would certainly give reason for the Ulfric to run to the aid of a pack member. He listened quietly, not wanting to protest the statement in worry that he might ruin this elaborate cover-story already. When the Lupa ordered Marrec to escort him and the young man downstairs, William crossed his arms. "Well, i'm sure it's rather comfy down there. Lead the way Marrec." The hunter would go willingly, seeing little reason to protest the decision. He nudged Ryan, to get his attention. "Some rest will probably help with that wound anyway."

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William was glancing down at the snow, tapping his fingers on the wooden railing, before hearing the distinct sound of snow crunching from not too far away. The hunter glanced over at the bright haired girl. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. His gaze followed her own until he was staring at a rather young looking lad with a mighty fine rifle. He gave a nod to the young man, noting the nasty looking head injury he brought with him. The newcomer and the young werewolf conversed for a short while, the conversation appeared to be uncomfortable for the two.

William smiled, although worried for the man now at the doorstep of a werewolf den. "A hunter you say?" He moved along the porch and down the steps beside Acacia, his boots crunching into the snow. "I myself fancy the dangerous sport as well." The werewolf hunter smirked. "Dangerous was probably an understatement." He thought to himself before extending his hand out to the man for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you Ryan. The name is William." He glanced up at the man's head. "Looks like a rather nasty gash there kid. Must have been one hell of a crash."

He glanced over at the young lady beside them. "You wouldn't happen to know if anyone in your pa-.. group has any medical experience would you?" He placed his free hand in his pocket. "I'm sure the one in charge around here would like to get him patched up and sent on his merry way." The werewolf hunter scanned the treeline behind the man, wondering if someone had followed him.

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William remained seated, as the pack took amusement in their Ulfric's threats. "More threats.." William thought to himself. Once the Ulfric left, he grunted and sunk back into his chair getting comfortable again. He heard someone sit down beside him, and to his surprise it was the Lupa. She was rather young looking, like a lot of the pack he saw around him. Looking at her though, he could see the tell tale signs of worry. She was fearing for her lover's safety. He watched as her body shook slightly. As Aldo approached her with the tea she asked for, he looked away and returned his gaze to the table. The sight made him only think of his wife. William never thought about it then, but she must have been so scared that he wouldn't come back from his hunting trips. Aldo returned with a cup of hot cocoa in a chipped mug, but the hunter was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice.

He snapped back to reality however, hearing the familiar voice across the table from him mention how much the pack would do to protect itself. He glanced up at her, bringing the mug to his lips, and taking a sip of cocoa. He nodded slowly to her, setting the mug down. "Thank you son." The hunter said, although not looking at Aldo, it was clearly directed towards him. The hunter took another sip before speaking up again. "It's William." He sighed staring into his mug. "For the record, you should learn a person before you call them a murderer. It's saved me quite a few bullets, and equally, quite a few lives too."

William glanced back over at the Lupa and shook his head. He set the mug done on the table and pushed his seat out. "I'm going to get some fresh air." The hunter stated, making his way towards the door already. As he opened it however, there stood a young woman with the bright hair, pale skin, and rather unique eyes. She was pretty, though perhaps a little young for the hunter, and no doubt a werewolf like the rest. "Miss." The hunter said, in the form of a greeting to the young lady, before proceeding past her and out the sliding glass door. It was still cold outside, but it was manageable for the hunter. He leaned forward against the railing, inhaling the fresh winter air, before releasing a heavy sigh. He didn't notice anything unusual out in the snow, it was just the night and him for this short moment again.

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William glanced over at Aldo, who gave his piece on the Hunter's request. He visibly frowned when Aldo said he was a murderer, and remembered that the Ulfric had called him such as well. The term never sat well with him, although understandable why they would believe him to be so. He was about to open his mouth to protest him, though Vashti cut him off before he could even start.

Her words made him clench his fist. William listened to her talk, opening his coat slightly to remove his flask yet again and setting it on the table in front of him with a small thud. Promptly removing the cap, he tilted his head back and took a quick swig of whiskey before setting it back on the table. He grunted as she finished speaking, pushing his chair out as he slowly stood. He leaned forward slightly, placing both hands on the table now, and looked up at the woman, giving her a stern look. He held his stare for a moment before he opened his mouth.

"Perhaps you're right darlin'. Our world is full of assumptions." He spoke calmly, although there was an underlying sense of coldness in his voice. "This 'murderer' could have easily walked out of those woods looking to start a bloodshed. This 'murderer' could have pulled his trigger rather than open his mouth, but he didn't." William grabbed his flask again, tossing his head back for another quick swig, then setting it back on the table with a sigh. "I didn't come here to prove a thousand years of assumptions, wolf. You'd do well to remember that I only wish to protect my kin, just as you would to yours."

William sat back down into his seat, grabbing his flask and screwing the cap back onto it. He glanced back over at Aldo, simply saying only one word. "Please."

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Upon entering the building, William could hear that there was certainly a commotion going on. His eyes shifted slowly around his surroundings. The cabin felt rather cozy inside. He glanced back at Marrec, the man pointing him towards the sources of the voices. The hunter headed towards them, stepping inside the kitchen.

"That howl certainly had them riled up." William thought to himself. "A warning perhaps, but of what?" The Ulfric considered going out to discover the source of the howl, but William could tell none of the people around him wanted that, and William was the problem in their equations. The kitchen was bustling with quite a few members of the pack, although William didn't have time to look at them as he focused on skirting around the Ulfric and his clingy Lupa. Reaching the table, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled a chair out for himself. The hunter fell back into his seat, the weight of his body shifting from his legs and to the chair. "Hmm.. comfy." William quietly mumbled to himself. He listened to conversation around him, silently amused every time his name or the Hunter was mentioned.

He glanced at the woman at the table, who confidently told the Ulfric she could keep an eye on him. As she stood, she gave William a subtle look, and one he noticed too. "Well considering that my weapons have been disarmed from me, I shouldn't be causing much of a ruckus." William said, sinking comfortably into the chair. "I'm not the sort that goes around biting strangers, so I think we'll all have a comfortable night here."

William glanced over at the man by the counter who appeared to be preparing a meal. "You there, by the counter." The hunter said in an assertive tone. "If you're not too busy, fetch me something warm to drink."

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William held his arms outwards away from his body as his guard went about the pat-down. It was brisk, and not much of a delay. The night was colder, and even more so without his coat on, his body shivering slightly. He glanced around his surroundings, wondering what the woods would look like during much warmer weather. It was something he looked forward to, but it felt unlikely to the hunter that he'd be willing to stay in one place long enough to see that change.

Once his guard felt confident that William couldn't be hiding any more weapons, he offered him back his coat, and kept the shield and his guns with him. The hunter nodded his head, understanding the guard's reasons. It made him feel uneasy, having his tools taken away like this, but the whole situation gave him an excuse to have a fist fight with a werewolf, if a fight broke out. Unlikely a situation however, the thought still lightened the hunter's mood however. After sliding his coat back over himself, and readjusting his hat, the two made their way back to the cabin, only to be halted once more by the pale eyed girl.

"If you touch my Ulfric, I will show you the end of days."

The threat, said with an ounce of annoyance towards the hunter, prompted the man to raise a brow as if he were questioning her. "I've already seen my end of days.." William thought to himself, a slight frown coming over his face. "Every other day after that I've managed to get by with sheer willpower and copious amounts of alcohol." He watched her return to the door, feeling that it would be sensible to not anger an already upset sounding wife.

“Humans first.”

William's frown vanished, snapping back to as he glanced over at his guard. He nodded with a smirk, and proceeded towards the sliding door. "Marrec, is it?" He asked before tapping himself on the chest. "The name's William."

Arriving at the door, he slid it open and stepped inside, his boots making a thud every step on the wood floors.

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The woman who approached the Ulfic's side clearly was close to the man. The frustration he showed towards a member of his pack for failing to keep her inside showed the hunter valuable information. While he didn't plan to endanger the less than friendly individuals he's had the joy of meeting, they were after all still part wild animals. Unpredictable and driven by instinct. The one whom he witnessed the Ulfric deliver such anger towards, stormed off pass him and his newly assigned stalker. His guard made barely an attempt to stop her, and William decided it wasn't his place to say anything.

However, the hunter was pleasantly surprised that the Ulfric had permitted him to stay, but it would be of course by his rules. His rules however required him to strip down for a search. He stared at his new guard before chuckling slightly. "Of course your majesty.. I pack lightly however, so don't be disappointed." William began to slowly draw his two revolvers by their grips until they were fully outside his duster. "Hold these." He ordered Marrec as he spun them around and offered them to him. "I'd rather the snow not get in 'em." In the distance he heard a wolf howl, but that was not his concern, not yet anyway. He continued on disarming himself for his guard.

Next was his shield, which he unbuckled the straps of, followed by the mechanism mounted to his wrist. He set the two down on the ground, the chain rattling as it all piled on top of one another. His duster coat slid off, and he set it down on top of his shield, revealing a blue T-shirt and jeans underneath. "Might have to slide me a couple bills and a few drinks if you want me to strip down even more. I got nothing else to hide except what nature gave me." He crossed his arms with a smug look, clearly teasing his not too happy guard for his own amusement.

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William's eyes were locked on Markus, trying to predict his movements. There was a brief change in the demeanor of the Ulfric as he heard the word night spawn. An insult to the werewolf, William couldn't help but feel it to be wise to avoid insulting the man even further. "Perhaps I did stumble upon here by mistake, but if I dare say, the tracks certainly helped." More of the Ulfric's pack began to approach from behind him. The hunter glanced momentarily at each of them, noting that one of them even had a shotgun trained on him already. He huffed, the cold air steaming up due to his warm breathe.

The Ulfric, requesting that he remove his hands from his holsters, prompted him to smirk shortly. "Ulfric I presume, is it? As much as I would want to take you up on your offer of painting your snow today, i'll pass. After all the hunt is not why i'm here, not yet anyway." His hands slid back out of his pockets, and rested comfortably at his side. "If we don't find anything to disagree about, I might not ever have a reason to come back here either. I know my way back through the woods, although if you'd hear me out, I don't quite wish to make the hike back just yet." William patted his coat, trying to get some of the loose snow off himself. "I'm actually looking for a bit of hospitality perhaps. Maybe even a place to rest my legs till dawn if that's alright."

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William stood his ground as the man approached him, his figure unmoving. The night still remained calm, but now it felt tense. The tall man before him questioned his reasons, which William pondered as well. "Hmmm.." He took 3 paces forward, the chain rattling along his arm. "Much of that depends, spawn of night." He placed his hand in the slit of his coat, resting it on one of his holsters just in case. "I come not to obtain the burden of your affliction however.." With his free hand, he scratched his mustache, the duster coat blowing ever so slightly with the wind.

The hunter paused, observing the man before him once more before continuing. "It was by chance I arrived here, but perhaps by fate that I encountered a pack of werewolves in these woods. I come not to slay your kin, unless you are no friend of man." William slipped his hand slowly into the opposite slit in his coat, placing it on another revolver. "Tell me, wolf-man. Would you consider yourself a beast, or still a man?"