For days she'd been following and tracking various men and women. In Knockturn Alley, anyone could be from the capture unit and it was important to know who they were. It was best to fight and enemy when one knew what their pawns looked like, and it would be safer to come and go from Larissa's shop if they knew when they were being watched and when not. Also, she wanted to stop by the Wyvern to tell Amaris what they looked like some time soon. She didn't want the other were to be caught unaware. They were dropping like flies, after all, and even though she didn't know the other woman all that well, it was a fate she would rather spare her.

It had taken her various days, however, alternating between targets as they covered for each other. They were switched out often enough, though sometimes no replacement came at all and the area was once more left unobserved. It was strange and chaotic, though she knew that there was to be a planning or register somewhere that made sense of it. For know, she couldn't risk checking if any of them had it on them because if they didn't she wouldn't be able to fake her victim keeping to it. 

Either way, she'd stayed out of her 'home' for several days. Food had been easy enough to come by, though it had all been quick snacks, just pick someone's pockets and buy yourself something from a street vendor while keeping the suspect in sight. She hadn't slept more than a couple eyes in between though, and those times were both risky and a hinderance. 

It had been raining for the last two days, though, as happened often enough in England. She really shouldn't have been surprised when she got to the abandoned building she'd repaired to see that the wood had dripped through the rotting wood and old plaster of the ceiling. It had flooded the top floor, the floor in which she lived. Her belongings, few as they were, had been kept dry in the high shelves of a closet, but her few furnishings had been ruined. Her mattress, which was on the floor, had soaked of buckets full of water and the blankets had as well. The best she had been able to do was hiss out a repairing charm to temporarily fix the roof until she got back.

Cass didn't have the energy for this. She was exhausted, she was hungry, she was soaked from the rain. She didn't have the energy to properly fix the roof and dry everything off and get herself something proper to eat. She wanted to drop down and black out now... preferably with a full stomach.

With a groan she grabbed a few pieces of clothing blindly and shoved them into a backpack. She could go to Alex and Larissa, of course, but it had been the full moon not too long ago. The morning after she'd taken to the streets to following these people, knowing they'd be more active when they thought their prey would be easier to spot. Her body hadn't healed completely, but she'd been doing this for fourteen years, she was used to it enough to just grit her teeth and go. Other people hadn't, however, and the McHalen Cabin was a sanctuary for them, she didn't want to crowd the place for them any more than it already was.

They had mentioned another cabin, though, which she could go to if she needed. Cass couldn't really recall the name of the owner, but it definitely beat sleeping in an alley in the rain. She could do that, she supposed, but she would rather go to this stranger's cabin.

With a last groan she twisted on the spot, apparating to 'Cole Cabin'. She knocked on the door tiredly, leaning on the wall and wiping dripping hair out of her face. She was soaked, she was tired, she was hungry, and decidedly in a bad mood. She could only hope that whoever lived here would come quickly.

outfit


Jaxon Jameson Cole

The seeker had spent his night out on the town. He was expected to do so. See and be seen---keep himself in the public eye, remind them he was the captain and seeker for Puddlemere, do everything he could to get people to come to the matches. PU had not had the best record the last few years, but he was hoping to change that. They had decent enough chasers--the keeper could use a bit of work, but the teams true weakness had been at seeker. And though it might sound cocky, because it is, Jaxon knew he was the best seeker in the league.

But being good wasn't good enough to necessarily fill the seats the pitch. Especially at the early games... Puddlemere had gotten wrecked in the pre-season. Even with him joining up, there was still a lot of doubt about the success that the team would have. Lucky for him, many of his fans did not really care about winning or losing, they came to see him. But such fans were fickle and easily distracted. He needed to keep his attractiveness in the forefront of their minds...The easiest way to do that was going out to clubs and being photographed by the paparazzi.

Jax had been on the verge of bringing a girl home with him before her friends started doing shots. His shag for the night went from tipsy to wasted after knocking back a few of the little glasses of tequila. He had hardly even been buzzed. He had always had a high tolerance for alcohol and since being bitten that had only gone up. He seemed to metabolize the alcohol even faster.

Not really that desperate for sex, he'd already had a shag in the afternoon, the seeker had just headed home alone. He had not been in the cabin even long enough to shed his shoes when there was a knock at his door. He was not expecting any visitors and had a bit of a what the fuck moment of hesitation before heading towards the door. The man hadn't the slightest idea who had shown up at his home unannounced. Though a few possibilities did come to mind--some of the more clingy and crazy people he had let into his bed.

The Cole opened the door to find an unfamiliar, albeit pretty face. The girl was soaked. His face immediately knotted in concern. "Umm, hi," he said rather lamely--a cheeky grin eventually taking over his expression. Had he shagged this girl before? He didn't remember her, but he was certainly hoping he had and that he would be again in a very short while. "Come on in, darlin'," he said, stepping back from the door and gesturing for her to enter. He didn't know her, but she didn't look dangerous. He was strong, and though his magical talents might be lacking, he had the were agility and speed working in his favor, if it turned out she was some kind of threat.


outfit

Glad that the door had been opened so quickly, Cass hurried inside as soon as the man allowed it. She'd gotten a good look at him, used to making quick studies of pretty much anyone, and had decided that he didn't seem that threatening. Really tall, muscular, obviously a werewolf -she could see it in his eyes, they were predatory- and... welcoming? Well, it certainly seemed that he was either not unused to strangers banging on his door or he was just friendly. Whatever it was, it was a strange attitude for a lycanthrope to have, but everyone had their reasons and their way of survival. She wasn't judging.

As soon as she stepped inside, her eyes flitted around the room. It was warm and friendly and she wasted no time in dropping her bag and taking off her jacket. Wet leather was cold and she could not afford to get sick. Ever. Physically speaking, she was already fragile enough so soon after a moon. Anything on top of that would be beyond painful, which it already was, and step right into the unbearable territory.

"Yeah, hey. Sorry to barge in like this; Alex said I could crash here if I needed it." Cass turned back around to look at... whoever this was. In the light she could see the features of his face with more clarity. Handsome, she supposed, but she really was too tired and cold and hungry to pay it any mind. "You got food? Haven't eaten since this morning."

His imprompto guest did not take any time at all making herself at home in his home. She was pretty. That was even more obvious once she had gotten rid of her coat. His gaze swept down over her back and then up her front when she turned to face him as he pushed the door closed. There was nothing lude about his assessment of the woman, he hadn't even lingered at her curves--he didn't need to. He could memorize a body quickly enough.

"No worries at all--" Jaxon drawled when the other werewolf declared that Alex had given her the information about his home. "Glad to have ye." He said sincerely. He wasn't trying to get her out of the rest of her clothes now that she had declared herself as one of those who were allied with Alex. Or well, he wasn't trying to do that this very instant anyway. Now that he had the knowledge she was a fellow were, he felt a bit dumb for having not realized it before. The way she moved--the way she checked the room when she entered--that glint in her eye...and of course, the smell of a wolf--it all made it clear she was a fellow lycanthrope.

"Sure, I got food. You need some dry clothes? Got them, too." His deep bass rumbled in the open space of the living room--reverberating around them, before being lost to the richochete of rain off the tin roof. He loved that sound. It carried him back to his childhood--to happiness and safety that he would never know again. "Hell, I ain't letting ye stay in that wet mess. Ain't no good for ye. Come on." Jax declared and strowed off towards his bed room. A second of rummaging through a drawer and he had an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants--both bearing Arrows logos.

"There ye go," Jaxon tossed the two garments to the girl, "kitchen is down them stairs right over yonder," he gestured to the stairwell and headed that direction. "What's your fancy, darlin'? I ain't the best cook out there, but I ain't half bad. I do what I can." The seeker asked, pausing on the top stone step. As he'd asked the question, Jax had glanced over his shoulder at the girl. His friendly smile hadn't faltered for a second--and the man's dark eyes were warm and protective. He was glad to have the opportunity to help out another wolf. He always wanted to do more for his kind.

Cass never stopped to think wether her habit of not trusting any humans and only trusting and relying on werewolves was healthy. It kept her alive and that was what mattered. Before Alex, however, she would never had gone to anyone's house for shelter. Werewolf or not. Not because she didn't trust them, but because -if she knew anyone- she didn't want to bring a risk to anyone's home. Members of the rebellion, however, had signed up for such risks and more. Therefor, she felt no guilt in barging into this bloke's place. If Alex said she could come here whenever, it was because the homeowner had volunteered.

"Yeah, thanks." Cass answered him, watching as he caught on to their shared condition and then following in silence as he led the way. Some people didn't rely on their instincts as much as she did. Of course they could use them, and mostly pretty well, but they weren't what these people survived on. Clearly, this man had been taught to use his nose and eyes, to recognise fellow werewolves. He hadn't been able to instinctively do it, probably because he hadn't been bitten before puberty. She didn't know, she was just guessing. 

The early age at which she was bitten had blurred the lines between human and wolf that usually were in place when normal people got bitten. Apparently it had affected her, but she wasn't an expert and didn't place much importance in it. Bitten was bitten.

She took the clothes with a slight nod, turning around once he walked out the door to start changing. Her hand froze, however, when he stopped moving and turned to ask her a question. Her shit had been lifted, but only enough to reveal her bottom rib and lower spine. All covered in scars, but what else was new?

"I don't mind, whatever you feel like." Cass told him without turning around. "Just make a lot of it."