07-20-2008, 02:41 AM
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The fur on the back of Laurel's neck was the only thing that visibly prickled when Nikita had reacted, timed evenly with Laurent's reaction. The wolf—Zephyr, he said—seemed a bit ragged and worn and Laurel reckoned just as hungry as the next guy. His olive eyes gazed over him with a certain look of scrunity, but it passed quickly. He wasn't shifted and in his mind, perhaps foolishly, not really a threat. Not when the four of them were shifted and one of them clearly armed. Raising a hand to scratch at the back of his head, he shrugged. “You weren't really intruding on anything, but you might not want to sneak up on folks like that.” After all, some didn't react so well to it. “I'm Laurel, Miss Quick Hands here is Nikita, and these two,” he gestured, “are Laurent and Jasper.” Guessing by Zephyr's accent, like Laurel's, he wasn't from anywhere nearby. Unknown of just what the wolf wanted, Laurel turned back to the lovers and picked up where he had intented to start off. “Anyway… I'm guessing Laurie's told you about what we're up to. You two in for sure?”[/html]