It was just after 1:00am, when David oh so silently padded his way over to Luke. He sat his hairy wolf self down beside his friend. The pair proceeded to talk.
They didn't use words spoken aloud, they didn't want to draw any attention to themselves. Instead, they spoke to the mind of the other using the silent, ancient way of the werewolf.
Luke told David all he knew, all he observed, and all he thought important to pay attention to.
That done, David informed Luke that he was free to leave, but that he intended to stay. He also added, if Luke was to take the car, that would be fine. If David needed a ride so badly, he would call and someone from the pack would be able to help him out.
"Be careful." sighed Luke before he walked away with the car keys held carefully between his teeth.
David was still seated on some soft, green grass in a small strip of lawn between two suburban houses. In general, a dangerous place for a wolf to be caught or spotted; but in this particular spot, he was lucky.
To the left of him was a grey brick wall of a home that had no windows facing him. Behind him from the street, he was far enough in on the property that the darkness and shadows hid him well, especially if he stayed motionless.
To the right of him was the outer facing of the house where the young woman of interest currently was. There was only one window at ground level, but he did not worry much about being seen from it.
The curtains on the window weren't fully closed so he could peer in and see it was a small bathroom. In front of him, was the backyard. David was very much interested in the backyard.
First of all, there were two young women in the backyard (neither of whom were Sinead), sitting in lawn chairs. Luke had confirmed that the one of them had been in the passenger seat of the silver car.
David assumed the other had been the driver of said car. It appeared that they were having a small fire in a pit in the backyard. The two were talking together, and as the minutes rolled by, he realized it was all very human, normal- type conversation.
But the fire, on the other hand, was anything but. He could smell the faint remnants of magic, and he couldn't see a fire in the pit.
But every once in a while, when the wind blew the right way, he could smell the fire. He could also hear, with his better-than-normal hearing, the faint crackle of the burning wood.
Even if he didn't trust his sense of smell and hearing, logically there had to be a fire as the women weren't roasting marshmallows just by putting them on sticks and holding them out, waiting for some strange trick of fate to make them perfectly toasted.
One did not just make smores without access to fire.
David felt sure that the one female was human. He felt he could bet pretty safely on that. But the other female had too much magic clinging to her to be human.
She had the aura of someone who did magic, but not one as strong as that of Sinead; perhaps Sinead and her were not the same species?
But he had no way of knowing that for sure.
David felt extremely tired. In his surreal tired state, time felt like it was moving incredibly slowly, and very fast, all at the same time.
He was so tired that he felt the struggle to keep awake and listen to what the women in the backyard said. He didn't realize he had lost.
He didn't hear the women enter the house in the early pre-dawn hours; they too felt the pull of sleep. He didn't realize he was asleep, until he woke up suddenly, to the closing of a front door, and the scratching, scrabbling noise of the key turning in the lock.