Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Forty (Rewritten)

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Andy was thankful the stranger had remained on the ground. He didn't want to admit that his size was intimidating, but it was true. Sage didn't hesitate to growl in warning to either male.

"Torin is the prints we saw before. He lives close by...He'll help the wolf bites." Sage had issued her arm, and Andy took her into his grasp, taking his time to look it over.
"What the hell are those things?" Andy questioned, but Torin's attention was elsewhere as his head followed the wounded howls from only God knows where.

"They're still out. We need to hurry back." The male docked his bow and held out his necklace—Which featured the same crystal all the wolves and witches were wearing. Though it was much more intricate than their own, personalized to the point of interest, it soon disappeared as he shifted.

As it turned out, Sage's theory of the strange pawn print had matched correctly. Torin was certainly double the size of a normal wolf, but he did not smell like an Alpha.
Not at all.

If anything, he smelled foreign, like a new breed.

From what Andy could determine, he was indeed a pack member. But the closest pack to them now was Grey Hallow, and he was certainly far away from being associated with them.

They unknowingly followed this stranger, yet the imprinted smell of those amber eyes clicked once Torin's nose gestured to the markings.

Sage had stopped entirely when she caught the smell of burning ash that flew up her nose.

Hun? You alright?

Yeah, I remember that smell. Demon dogs had that at my pack. Never figure it out...But it's the same.

Andy growled, not at Sage and her explanation, but because these stories didn't make sense.

What the hell were Demon dogs?
And what were they doing near Sage and her pack?

With the potential place to rest for the night, the rest of Half Crescent make their way through the thickened bush and straight to a cabin. While it didn't look in the best shape, it certainly held its own.

"Humans believed that they could catch Bigfoot if they made these camping sites and scattered them around America," Torin informed the group, leaving the door open for the rest. However, Andy plowed his way in first to scan the area.

Yet his eyes landed on the plaque just above the fireplace. This man meant no harm, he was a true nomad. And the Norse symbol disregarded all primal urges to fight this male.

"Familiar with it, yes?" It wasn't just his rough voice around the edges, but the accent it paired with.
"Unfortunately...I've only witnessed the other sort, and he wasn't a good man," he said, eyeing the stranger in a sense of apology.

He called out for Sage and the rest of the remaining pack members to make their way inside. Torin wasn't prepared for two pups that hardly reached his knees to come and give their thanks. But he smiled down at them and set them off with a mission.

To search for anything that could be used as a bucket.

"Why do you need a bucket?" Sage questioned, with her head drawn into a tilt.
"Those wounds won't heal on their own, lille venner are going to help me prepare the tonic." [little friends]
However, Andy did not like the attention his female was getting—He understood the natural order of progression, that a lone wolf would seek another lone wolf.

It's what happened in his case, and his growl hardly battled Torin's voice when he spoke.
"Smilet ditt er vakkert."
[Your smile is beautiful.] He said without much thought to the matter, nor could anyone understand him.