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Joe had been walking back towards his trailer, picking at something in his teeth when he spotted a black and white blur running off towards the treeline. His instinct kicked in before the door to the motor home even opened. He yanked off his cowboy hat and broke into Quinn's path, standing like a football player ready to catch a charge. His eyes glimmering with excitement. "Round one already, eh?! Come past me first Quinn! WOAH"

He went low, collapsing onto his knees feeling the grass break and grind against his jeans likely to leave ugly grass stains all across them, his arms closed around Qunn's small furry neck but he could feel his lithe feline form collapse under the touch like a sponge seeking to scramble right through and climb over him. He put some forward momentum to it and flipped the feline onto his back, pressing his forearm against his chest, feeling as claws raked across his skin. "You better calm yer shit down before I smack you upside the goddamn head Quinn!"

It may have seemed like excessive force for a feline his size but Joe had wrestled a therian before, they transform like water in a split second he was likely to be back to his human size or perhaps even bigger, and they could take a hit compared to their simple animal counterparts. "Take a breath!" He shouted. He only hoped Quinn wasn't too far into his hunter's mode. He could very easily tear out his throat if he wasn't careful.

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Meanwhile, Kevin was easing along a game trail crossing a patch of tundra northwest of there. He was looking for a place to set his camp. He knew from rumors and the slight pattern of game activity that something was out there in the tundra. Something hunting the plentyful Alaskan game. It might be therians it might be a tribe of Alaskans. He didn't know but he was bound to find out eventually. He parked just within a cluster of trees and established himself a perimeter, digging himself a fire pit and setting up his trailer where he prepared and cut his kills as well as kept his......guests. His trailer was self sustaining save for gas and he had plenty of spare gas. He'd wired it to take solar power when the engine was off so that he could cook and use the water heater as well as a gas generator for heavier usage. He didn't use the septic tank when he was hunting so that was empty and would stay that way. There was all of nature to use when nature called. He checked and double checked his bows and cross bows as well as each arrow he owned, sharpened and maintained his hunting knives then loaded a handgun in case shit got way out of hand and they found him where he slept. He placed the handgun on his nightstand in the RV. Tomorrow he would start tracking and then the games would begin.