She went about her business, feeding the animals and making sure all of them were still alive and well. Most of them were just being kept there for observation after surgeries and such. A few of them her boss, Andie, had picked up and put up for adoption. Either they were abandoned, or their owners gave them up because they didn't want to pay for them. Those animals that were staying long-term greeted her warmly. Knowing that Andie would be over to brush them and take them out later, Lottie encouraged Sarafina to jump down and she said farewell to the animals. The dogs barked and wagged their tails, while most of the cats really could care less. A few of them meowed, but most of them didn't even bother to look up.
Chuckling, she joined her dog once more and slipped outside, locking the door behind her. It was still early in the morning, and the small town was quiet. A few people grabbed their paper from their doorstep, but other than that nobody was out. Her phone buzzed in her pocked. When she pulled it out, she grinned when she saw who it was from- Declan. She had befriended him rather quickly when she moved to Farswood. He wasn't concerned with wether or not she was born there, and he didn't ask questions about why she had suddenly come there. 'Are you home? I have to give something to Darla and I can probably just pass it off to you.
She walked slowly along, not looking where she was going as she started to text him back. But before she could, she ran into a bit of a roadblock... quite literally. She slammed right into a male who had been jogging. She was knocked straight onto her bum, and before he could make a move to help her Bear growled menacingly at him. Lottie blinked, surprised, and looked up at him. He was probably a foot taller than her, and devastatingly handsome. He had dark hair, and stormy eyes that made her heart flutter.
"O-oh, sorry about that. I was distracted." She chuckled, and the slightest hint of a blush coloured her cheeks. Did she just stutter? Charlotte Beatrice Sinclaire did not stutter. He offered his hand to her, which she graciously took. With a very light tug on his hand, she was up in one swift motion. "I'm Lottie. The new girl." She smiled, and figured he had probably heard of her. She learned quickly that word traveled very quickly in this town. It was almost as though they had nothing else to talk about- it was pretty boring here. Although it was pretty obvious that she wasn't from around here, given her accent.
With a soft smile, she rested a hand on her hip and gave Bear a light pat on his head to silently tell him to settle down.
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Declan laid on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow to block the sun that was steadily growing brighter. Despite his greatest efforts, he couldn't fall back to sleep. With a groan, he rolled over and covered his eyes. The sun stung his eyes. He squinted at his alarm clock, and sighed heavily. He easily could've gotten another few hours of sleep, but for some reason he just couldn't settle down enough to fall asleep again. He had already been laying in bed for an hour.
Sighing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes before making his way over to his dresser. He absently made his way to his bathroom, and hopped into the shower. Once he was finished he wrapped a towel around his waist while he grabbed a pair of jeans and teeshirt from his dresser. As he finished getting ready, the small house he lived in remained silent. To anyone else, the silence would be deafening. He had grown used to it, and even pretended that he liked it that way. He lived alone, in a small house that was only a few away down from his alpha's home. It wasn't nessesary, but all of the wovles just seemed to gravitate towards him. It was natural- it made them comfortable. Even in their human form, they were all still very attached.
His German Shepard was still fast asleep on the edge of his bed, and didn't even look up while his owner got ready. He glanced at the purse that sat on his desktop. It was Darla's. She had left it at the party last night, and he had picked it up with the intention of giving it to Lottie so she could give it to her. Thinking of it, he probably should run it by her. He pulled out his phone and texted his friend. 'Are you home? I have to give something to Darla and I can probably just pass it off to you.'
He waited a few minutes for her playfully snarky remark but sighed when he got none. She was probably still asleep. He threw on a pair of shoes, grabbed the bad, and headed out the door. It was just down the street, so he walked. It was a little embarassing, though, walking with a women's purse. Luckily everyone still appeared to be asleep.
When he finally got there, he knocked on the door and offered Mr.Jennings a small smile when he answered the door. "Is Lottie home?" he asked softly, and blinked in surprise when he shook his head. "Left just about fifteen minutes ago." He answered. "Oh... uhm, is Darla here then?" He nodded, and went off to go find her. [/center]
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