The Den - The Long Run / Finding a new family / Peter Haines 17 years ago
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Finding a new family

Peter had wandered the city to see where his feet would take him, and now he wasn't exactly sure where he was. He looked at the rustic lodge in front of him. It slightly reminded him of his first home, without the ghosts who had lived there of course. He approched the timber and stone building taking in the details when an all too familiar scent afronted his nostrils. Wolf! He looked around quickly, making sure there were no wolves nearby. A stray hair on one of the posts caught his attention and he went over to examine it. Texture, smell, and thickness of a wolf hair, but it seemed different though he couldn't say why. From where it had gotten stuck on the post it must have been a bigger than normal wolf. 'Well, the wolves probably stay in the forest during the daytime, and won't be around' thought Peter, 'I hope...'

Peter Haines 17 years ago
"Right, I'll think about it." Peter said, waiting till Brig was out of sight before heading towards the front gate. He was pulled out a brown notebook and pen as he walked. He needed to find a place to sit down to sort out his thoughts on paper but he could write down some of them as he walked. He wrote down the name of Brig and Hammer and a few short notes on each that he would elaborate on later. They hadn't told him what 'the Den' was, probably a cave of some sort... or it could be the cabin. Well, either way, he could probably look up and see what they had on them at the Police Station. Werewolf packs... Well they probably wouldn't try to force him to join since he was a police officer, but they might be of the 'if you're not with us...' mentality which would be bad. The major problem he could see with joining was that they might expect him to split his loyalities with the police and 'the rest of pack'. Peter stopped walking and closed his eyes to allow calm his thoughts down; he would deal with that problem if or when it came up. Peter sighed and ahead of him and saw that he had made it to the front gate. He looked at the open notebook in his hand, sighed then began to write as he stepped back onto the streets of Natchton.

((OOC: Peter has left))