Marco sends you a grateful look.
Ed crosses his arms. "Fine. No fighting. So what's the plan then? Who's staying and keeping watch? Who's going?"
"And," Marco interjects. "Bigger question. What the actual fuck are we supposed to do when we're out there? This city is huge. We can't just walk around randomly and hope to find something. This isn't Blue's Clues."
He has a point.
Stale scents are hard to track in the city, smothered by the stretch of car fumes and the myriad of people marching the pavement. If you're going to find out where the stray was hiding or why, you need a plan.
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"I have an idea," Ed says softly.
"That's great!" Marco exclaims. "What is it?"
"You're not going to like it."
"Ominous. But why don't you leave that for us to decide?"
"I think we should talk to a local hunter," Ed says.
The silence that follows is thick enough to stand a spoon in.
Vicky is scowling, the nails on her hand slightly sharper than they had been a moment before. Ed has his chin up, defiant. Marco just looks like he's trying to think of a way to let him down nicely.
"You're right," he finally settles with. "I don't like it."
"If anyone knows anything about stray werewolves in the city, it'll be a hunter," Ed insists. "It's literally their business."
"Eh. And what's to stop them killing us on sight?" Marco asks.
"I'm not suggesting we walk in there on four legs with a tail," Ed scoffs.
"What are you suggesting?" you ask.
He turns to you. "It's simple. We pretend to be some out of town hunters looking for some intel. Or maybe customers."
"And if they find out we're lying?" Marco asks.
"How would they?"
"Theoretically," Marco pushes. "Humour us. If, say, they have some sort of magic sword that glows blue when we're close or something... what would we do then?"
"Run," Ed answers.
Marco lifts an eyebrow. "And if they start shooting silver bullets?"
"Zigzag."
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