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located in Town of Jasper, a part of Wolves Moon Reboot, one of the many universes on RPG.

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The werewolf world was a small one, and news traveled fast, especially when it concerned a once powerful Alpha of an influential pack. Word of Lawrence Talbot's death spread like wildfire, and it wasn't long before it reached Russell. While the rest of the pack mourned over the news of his father's death, Russell was numb to it. His father had been dead to him the day he left their pack after his mother's death. No, he was more angry that he didn't get to unload the years of resentment, and hatred he built up towards his father. Despite any contempt Russell held towards Lawrence his death would need to investigated, he was still the former Alpha of the Talbot pack, and an attack on him is an attack on them. Though the humans had ruled his death as a freak accident they knew better, werewolves don't die in freak accidents. They were far too tough, and possessed incredible reflexes that would make death by a simple accident unlikely, if not impossible.

The pack in their caravan of beat up looking RVs, SUVs, trucks, and other assorted vehicles arrived to the rock Lawrence hid under, the town of Jasper, late into the night, and set up camp around the secluded cabin that Lawrence once called home. The cabin was way out into the forest, with the closest humans being a farm, but even they were several miles away. The perfect place for a werewolf to call home. It was an easy enough thing to find the cabin, well at least with their incredible tracking skills.

Russell walked into the cabin alone as those still awake set up camp. "So this is the glamorous life you left us for." Russell said to himself as he looked at the state of the cabin. The inside of the cabin was a total mess with empty bottles of booze, and beer cans littering the floor. Unsurprising given the amount of alcohol a werewolf would need in order to even feel a little bit tipsy. The living room had a old TV that was probably new in the 80s with a VCR hooked up to it sitting on top along with an old shoe box, and a stack of tapes sitting next to it. A musty old couch with several stains from spilled alcohol sat in front of the TV. The kitchen was small, with only a refrigerator, and a countertop next to it with a single hot plate sitting on top of it. Between the kitchen, and living room was a small round table with a single chair. It was obvious Lawrence didn't entertain company very often, if ever.

Russell walked over to the TV, and looked through the stack of VHS tapes. The tapes were old home movies of the family that Lawrence took with him, with labels such as 'The Wedding', 'Russell's 1st Birthday', and 'Zoo Trip'. He opened up the shoe box, finding several pictures of the pack inside. Sitting on top of the pile was an old picture of the family, with his mother and father holding his youngest sister Michelle when she was a baby, and Lizzy, and Russell next to them, all with smiling faces. Even Michelle was smiling, as when she was a baby she was notorious for crying all the time. Russell picked up the photo, allowing the nostalgia to wash over him for a brief moment, overtaking the grief he still felt for his mother, and the anger of her murder, and his father's abandonment. But soon the moment was gone, he couldn't allow himself to be hung up on the past, drowning himself in it like Lawrence did. No, he had too many things to do before that.

At daybreak it was decided that the pack should explore their new home, and get a good look around the town. That, and Russell needed to go to the Sheriff's Station to collect any of his father's things he left, as well as seeing his body. He was once apart of the pack, and still was entitled to a funeral among his family, much as Russell would deny it. Russell led several vehicles into town on his black Dyna motorcycle. They stopped off at a diner, deciding to get breakfast for the lot of them.

As he parked on the street in front of the diner he slipped off the sunglasses he liked to wear while riding, and hung them on the neckline of his favorite Nirvana shirt. Russell was the first into the door, followed closely behind the large number of pack members that came, which included his sisters. As soon as he entered the diner he was hit by the strongest scent he has ever smelled. It wasn't something he was expecting, he had expected the smell of cooked food, but it was being drowned out by a sweet, almost intoxicating smell. And then he saw her.

A waitress with golden brown eyes, and red hair, the scent was coming from her. As their eyes met his heart nearly stopped, and thanks to his enhanced hearing he could tell the same could be said of her. When she spoke her voice echoed in his eyes, sounding as sweet as the scent he got from her. Russell merely nodded, and followed her to the largest table they had. Russell took his seat at the head of the table with his sisters at either side of him.

"I'll take a coffee. Black." Russell said as he tried to keep his eyes on the menu she laid out, trying not to stare at her. It was a strange sensation, while normally a million and one different smells would bombard a werewolf for whatever reason all of it was being drowned out by hers. She was the only thing he could focus on. "Oh, I'll take a coffee as well!" Michelle ordered. "Right because you need the caffeine. Try again little girl." Russell stated, being the ever stern older brother. "Fine. I guess I'll have some iced tea since you're so lame." She said as she stuck out her tongue towards him. "I'll also have some of the bacon, sausage, and eggs." He ordered, still keeping his eyes on the menu to avoid staring at her, despite how desperately he wanted to. The rest of the pack ordered similarly to him, all of them wanting some kind of meat dish, save for Lizzy, who merely wanted a glass of water. Werewolves did tend to prefer meat to anything else. And they could eat a lot. The downside of their healing was the increased metabolism they had. They tend to need to consume roughly the same weight of the average cow. Even more after a full moon, or after excessive amounts of shifting.

"And get her the same as well." Russell said as he pointed his thumb to Lizzy. Lizzy briefly looked up at him as if to argue, but she quickly brought her eyes down to the table. She had been taking the news of their father's death much harder than him or Michelle. Michelle had taken to resentment much like her brother when it comes to Lawrence, while Lizzy was much more understanding of his need to leave after their mother's death. She had taken their mother's death hard, and just completely shut herself away. It took her awhile to open up even to Russell, who she shared a much closer bond with than the rest of the pack, even more so than with Michelle. Russell reached his hand over to hers, and lightly squeezed it. "You need to eat." He said with an encouraging smile. She merely nodded without a word.

He watched as the waitress went into the kitchen to place the orders, it being almost impossible to keep his eyes off her now. Once she was out of sight he turned back around to find his sisters, and several of the pack closest to him staring at him. "What?" He asked, trying to play it cool. Of course they would pick up on his irregular state. It was hard to hide anything from a werewolf. While humans may not be aware of it, but people tend to telegraph their emotions. Be it their heart rate, or the pheromones they themselves don't even realize they give off. Things like anger, sadness, fear, and most strongly attraction can be easily picked up by the enhanced senses of a werewolf. The same can be said of animals as well.

"Don't 'what' us, both of your hearts were practically jumping out of your chests like a cartoon." Michelle said with a smirk. Russell groaned, and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it's nothing, just drop it." Russell hoped to end it at that. "Mmhmm, sure it was." Michelle said with a slight giggle. "Anyways, when I get done eating I'm heading to the Sheriff's Station. I'll get a look at Lawrence's body, and get anything he might have left at his office. You guys just don't make any trouble." Russell stated. "Trouble? Well I for one am as innocent as a lamb." She smirked.

"I want to go with you to see the body." Lizzy chimed in, probably the first words she's spoken since they received the news of Lawrence's death. "I promise I'll take you to see him later before the funeral. Just wait a little bit longer." Russell said with a reassuring smile. Lizzy was about to argue but she brought her gaze back down to the table. "I don't know why you want to see him, or what we're even doing here. He left us, he doesn't even deserve to be mourned by us." Michelle stated bitterly as she folded her arms. Lizzy's eyes shot up, and glared at her. "Don't say that! Even if he left he's still our father! No matter how much you two like to pretend he never existed!"

"DON'T call him that! He stopped being our father the moment he left!" Russell growled. Their raised voices began to catch the attention of the few other customers in the diner. Russell glanced around, and shifted in his seat uncomfortably at the attention. "I'm sorry for yelling. I know this has been hard on you both of you. I feel that anger too Michelle, but mom would have wanted us to do this. We'll talk about this later." Russell stated, trying to calm them down. "Fine." Lizzy growled as she brought her eyes back to the table. Michelle kept her arms folded, and looked away from her. Russell let out a sigh, teenagers were so hard to deal with.

It wasn't long before the waitress returned with a tray of drinks. As she started to hand out the drinks, and the cups for the coffee Russell reached out, and grabbed the cup she was setting down for him with his hand briefly brushing against hers as she pulled away. With even that slight of touch he felt what he could only describe as a bolt of electricity shoot through his body, catching him off guard. Apparently she was surprised as well as she nearly dropped her tray, but Russell was quick enough to keep it steady, and prevented it from falling to the ground. "Um...sorry."