Snippet #2663076

"Well thanks for leaving me still completely unsure of why we pay wages to any of you." Oren remarked, rolling her eyes as she moved to follow.
"No the researcher will just go deal with the escaped werewolf. You all sit on your backsides and eat breakfast."

Kreios shook his head. As much as he couldn't stand her, she was right. Even though she created the problem, it was their job to deal with it.

"I got it."

He jogged down the hallway after Kora, hoping to god she didn't run into anyone else.

Dinah was cut off mid insult as the sudden thundering noise of paws and the ragged snarling breaths of a charging werewolf became incredibly obvious. The girl had just about time enough to brace herself before the hurtling blur of red fur tore into her and the stag, sending both tumbling down the steps.

With a fall and a roll she found herself back at the bottom again, cursing under her breath. A couple of feet in front of her the rusty-hued beast was hunched over the stag, its snout buried deep into its stomach sending rivulets of red out across the gravel.
She sighed.

"Great." Kreios made his way over to Dinah, and helped her to her feet. "You alright?" He asked calmly, wondering whether he should just let Kora eat for a bit, or just incapacitate her while she wasn't looking. He decided on the latter, that way Dinah could maybe have some of the stag, if there was anything left. Kreios walked up behind her, and locked in a rear scissor choke. "Don't fight it." He whispered lightly into her ear, hoping she'd heed his words. He didn't want to have to fight her full on.