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It's past nightfall, which normally means it's past time Daine got back to the farmhouse. But her hours are still a bit wonky, thanks to at least one nocturnal housemate and the fact that she's rarely required to be anywhere before mid-afternoon. So, she's out flying. Owl shape is one of her favorites, and if she burns off a little magic, she'll be more likely to feel tired and actually get some sleep during the hours when she ought to.
She doesn't have any particular destination in mind, and is gliding over a neighborhood she's never even set foot in when she hears a woman scream. It seizes at her, though it's not a voice she recognizes. It certainly doesn't sound anything like Ma. But even now, years after the farm was razed, Daine can't stand the thought of a woman screaming and no one coming. Heart in her throat, she stoops toward the sound.
Two men have the woman cornered in an alleyway, one with a knife in hand. Daine allows herself only a moment to regret the fact that this is as likely to terrify her as her assailants as she drops into the alley on silent wings. She shifts quickly into wolf shape behind the men's backs, earning herself a wide-eyed look from the woman backed up against the brickwork. The man with the knife starts to turn, but Daine's already surging forward to clamp her jaws around his arm and yank him back, aiming to jostle the knife out of his grip. The woman screams again, but this time it's joined by a cry of pain from the man she's grabbed hold of and some startled cursing from the other one.
There's something grimly satisfying about dragging him away from his quarry, an echo of the cold fury she'd felt when she ran with the Pack. But there's no Pack here -- or none that can be expected to help her, now. Not that she expects a couple of two-leggers to challenge her overmuch, especially if the woman has the good sense to run.
But she's so focused on the knife that she doesn't see the other man fumblingly pull out a gun.
She doesn't have any particular destination in mind, and is gliding over a neighborhood she's never even set foot in when she hears a woman scream. It seizes at her, though it's not a voice she recognizes. It certainly doesn't sound anything like Ma. But even now, years after the farm was razed, Daine can't stand the thought of a woman screaming and no one coming. Heart in her throat, she stoops toward the sound.
Two men have the woman cornered in an alleyway, one with a knife in hand. Daine allows herself only a moment to regret the fact that this is as likely to terrify her as her assailants as she drops into the alley on silent wings. She shifts quickly into wolf shape behind the men's backs, earning herself a wide-eyed look from the woman backed up against the brickwork. The man with the knife starts to turn, but Daine's already surging forward to clamp her jaws around his arm and yank him back, aiming to jostle the knife out of his grip. The woman screams again, but this time it's joined by a cry of pain from the man she's grabbed hold of and some startled cursing from the other one.
There's something grimly satisfying about dragging him away from his quarry, an echo of the cold fury she'd felt when she ran with the Pack. But there's no Pack here -- or none that can be expected to help her, now. Not that she expects a couple of two-leggers to challenge her overmuch, especially if the woman has the good sense to run.
But she's so focused on the knife that she doesn't see the other man fumblingly pull out a gun.
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Date: 2017-06-05 07:14 am (UTC)From:Can bears even look annoyed?
He drops down to the ground in the alleyway, a safe distance away from the freaked out lady (god, aren't they used to this by now?) and within several feet of the bear and its, uh. Friend. The man is still making those same struggling noises, and he chuckles without meaning to, kneeling down to wave. "Hey pal! Don't worry. I think the boys in blue are coming."
The woman they saved (saved is questionable, given the reaction, but hey) is still cowering against a wall, and he sighs. "You okay, ma'am?" He takes the shaky nod she gives as a yes, and looks back toward the bear.
"You don't look like you're gonna maul me, so. If you can understand me? You can probably let him go. Probably want to, before he pees himself or something." He webs the guy's hands and feet to the floor.
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Date: 2017-06-13 01:10 am (UTC)From:It's probably too late to reassure the woman that she isn't a threat, but she does prick up her ears and wag her tail, doing her best to look like a nice dog. Now that the men who were after her have been pinned down, there's no need for her to seem fierce. The opposite would probably be best, now that she can hear sirens nearing.
Come to think of it, she shouldn't stick around at all. The police will be told of her for certain, but that doesn't mean she ought to stick around and let them get a good look at her, or try to catch her or somesuch. Still, it wouldn't do to just leave without thanking the fellow who helped her, so she turns to him, sitting down before him and offering a paw.