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“What,” Stride began freely, “ya need me to hold your hair when ya start tossin’ up? Look, man, I know ya well ‘nough, but not that well.” She didn’t seem to notice much of Issac’s internal dialogue, attention currently stolen away by a can of soda she was reaching for. As her fingers wrapped about the black aluminum, she grinned, moving to pop the tab and relishing the soft hissing that followed.

“Accordin’ to Lulu,” she went on, taking a pause to pull away her mask, “it turns out that the York Pack ended up havin’ more of a hand in things than we thought.” A sip, fabric pulled up once again. “Some of ‘em were cartin’ off the cryptid when she saw ‘em, and when we found ‘er- our new source- she was in some alley somewhere. Fucked up pretty bad.”

Another pause, this time to lower the drink. Carefully, Stride lifted a finger, and, placing it against her collarbone, spoke again. “From here…” her finger traveled, then, mapping out the scratches inflicted on their guest. “To here. Had a buncha bites, too. Even if they weren’t the Yorks, some werewolves really wanted the chick dead.”

The can was returned to her hand. “Don’t know much about what they found out, but Kora said that the local packs would apparently stay outta things. ‘parrently not, though.” A shrug. “Thought she went off to talk to the Yorks, too, so it just makes things even more of a pain in the ass to deal with.”

At Issac’s next question, the woman’s grin returned, and, absentmindedly, she made a slight gesture with her soda. “Last I saw Crystal, she was hangin’ with the other rookies. Did pretty damn well out there, though, gotta give the kid that; was the one who found the body, ya know. Went and froze up a lil’ when she actually got there, but she did real good.” Stride gave a slight nod at her own words, admittedly proud of the young werewolf. After all, she had been one of the people often called in to deal with the girl, and with their similarities, it hadn’t taken long for Stride to take a shine to Crystal.

It was nice knowing the kid had true potential, and seemed to have enough of a stomach to at least keep from barfing at the sight of a mauling.