Been Movin' How I Want

Red River Brewery 
#1
 It wasn't exactly the most comfortable travel to have to suffer through, then seats bolted into the bus close together and the legroom close-fisted to say the least. The wailing of an infant across the narrow aisle and a few rows ahead a constant reminder that even if it was the (hopefully) last leg of her trip, it didn't mean that it would go out like a lamb. She'd spent the better part of the last hour testing how loud she could pump her music into her ears without bringing on a headache, nearly decided the headache would be a welcome change in flavor by the time they pulled off the interstate, and it felt like there was some dim glow of a light at the end of the arduous tunnel.

 Somewhere between Mountainside limits and the direct pass into Cedar Creek, and it's unique brand of industrial grime, she'd decided to wait on finding a place to change, freshen up, and set down her duffle bag. Brewery first, get it handled before dropping the money on a room that she might not spend much time in should Alina have a change of heart or opinion.

 When they lurched in front of the bus stop it had been a decent walk to go, switching the strap of her bag from one shoulder to the other halfway through when it felt like it was starting to dig into her skin. Forced to walk at an angle like a plant straining towards sunlight to counterbalance the weight, a slight hobble to her gait as she turned the corner and tracked her progress by the map on her phone. Taking a moment to compose herself before she shoved open the front doors of the brewery and took a beat to survey the afternoon crowd.

 Careful to mind her Were manners and keep the curious nature of her beast to a minimum, approach as all woman first and foremost as she straightened out and brushed off her jacket. "Alina in?"
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#2
 She'd known as soon as she'd entered her city, the same as she'd known when every other rogue wolf had made themselves present. Balls deep in her work, Alina had resisted her knee-jerk reaction to go hunt the newbie down through the old but well-populated city. There was no need, not this time. Today, the feeling was expected; Leah had texted her however long ago to let her know that she was close. A far cry from her usual pursuit of rogues, the memory of tackling the forest hobo recently still fresh in her mind.

  Blue eyes flickered over to the monitors playing the live video feed of the front of house to watch as she walked in, red flooding up in her eyes as her beast drew close to the surface. With no one to see the change in her eye color, Alina made no move to hide it or even to push her wolf back down as she stood from her desk. By the time she made it to the front, it would be a non-issue anyhow.

 "Leah," She spoke the wolf's name, standing in the doorway, holding it open as an obvious invite. "Have you eaten?" Normal pleasantries were given no breath, things like "hope the trip wasn't too bad" and "good to see you again" empty and meaningless to the Wolf King of Cordova.
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#3
 She looked away at once from the bartender that she'd approached, lost in the overwhelming sense of wolf it had been impossible to pinpoint a single direction for the source. It was everywhere, a clear blanket of power that told one and all who could sense it to mind their manners and play by the rules accordingly. Instinctively her wolf fell somewhat in line, a lowered posture even as she came round the bar and angled her body to avoid nudging the other woman as she stepped into the back. "Not enough if we're being honest with one another." Though she supposed it was a matter of debate if there even was such a thing as enough where their appetites were concerned.

 "I bought like, eight bucks in peanut butter crackers from a vending machine back in Saint Louis, and I've been rationing those out." Which sounded a bit sad, but the way she saw it - food was the least of her worries one way or the other. Hunting wasn't much of an issue where talents were concerned, at least outside her present form. "I'm not interrupting anything, right?"
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#4
Crackers? She scoffed, huffing a laugh that she could not suppress. No wolf could survive on crackers. How Leah had lasted on those from St. Louis, especially with the full moon next week, Alina had no idea but there was no way this ghost from her past would turn down an actual meal. "Nope," She answered the question simply enough, signalling to a bartender to ring up two usuals -- a common occurrence, the bartender asked no questions -- before leading Leah to the office, shutting the door behind them.

"Why'd you reach out?" Straight forward and to the point, Alina gestured to the chair that sat in front of her desk while she moved back to her chair. And her glass of whiskey.
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#5
 It seemed like she was good and comfortable here - not that that didn't make sense, but just that ... Leah got the sense this wasn't a newfound arrangement that she was still growing into. All the same mindful of her position or lack of, how she teetered somewhere between acquaintances and strangers after so much time. Settling back in her seat, finding that the comfort of the claimed land and the proximity to ground zero so to speak did a number on soothing any unease where a more primal slice of her brain was concerned.

 "Wanted a change of pace, I didn't fuck up anything - scouts honor." A couple close calls in the early days, though she was willing to bet a good chunk of change that more Were's than not could say that exact same thing."My only family lived nearby, got tired of all the near misses and cancelling plans when they weren't doable for my uh, needs." She lifted her shoulders and dropped them just as quickly, tucked her hands under her legs and surveyed the walls curiously - not bothering to mask it.

"Was hoping to get as far as possible, funny enough - if you're gonna do it might as well do it right. Y'know?"
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#6
The promise of not bringing trouble to her doorstep managed to make the woman smile, just a touch, an upward quirk of her lips as she glanced over at Leah. Settling in her seat, Alina leaned back and lifted her glass to her lips, savoring the warmth that slipped down her throat and into her belly. Close calls didn't bother her, not really; her own wolves had had their fair share of them, and it would be ridiculous to turn away one of her own kind for something like that. Not only that, but Leah had removed herself from that situation, and had come here.

"Fair 'nough," The Wolf King responded, swirling the honey colored liquid around for a moment, thinking quietly. "You have my number. Use it if you have an emergency. There's a couple others, too. Crow or Drey or whatever his name is --" A wave of her hand. She had always been awful with names and it was no different now than it had been back then. "Do you need a job?" She had just rolled into town, so Alina was assuming so, but Leah could have lined something up ahead of time.
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