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[rebelw_outclaws]

There's a click of two sets of claws on the sidewalk near the shelter.

Just two 'wolves out for a stroll. It's not such an uncommon sight.

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[undermyheel]

And if Claire comes along, trailing one of hers, one of her favorites a tall, smooth man, charm and grace and beauty, well, no one would really be surprised to see her on the streets.

Both of them are hunters the way that few are.

[rebelw_outclaws]

The two 'wolves -- one gray, one black -- trot up. The black one sits and considers Claire's companion, while the gray looks up at Claire, ears up, tail out.

[undermyheel]

Claire nods, says, "You found anything?" Like she's talking to Russ. But softer. Wolves have better ears and it's dark. It's the day after and people are still nervous.

Her guy eyes the wolf, assessingly. Not dismissive, never that, but not like he's looking to fight. It's why she chose him.

[rebelw_outclaws]

In reply, Russ turns and trots along the sidewalk, not bothering to see if she follows. The black wolf -- a female -- rises and follows him more slowly, keeping an eye on the vampires.