I'm fairly local; I've been around (OPEN)

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A. DAY:

[ creature of the night he may be, Derek's life is far from nocturnal. admittedly, this is partially because he sleeps less than he probably ought to, especially these days. however, it's also because even in London, there are places that aren't 24/7. yet. a bank. a decent mechanic. somewhere that sells smores flavoured pop tarts. combined with his own restlessness, and a sense that he still doesn't quite belong, Derek is unable to hang around at the den all day.

when he's out, he's watchful. even on the streets of the city centre, Derek has come to learn that he can't afford to overlook anything. perhaps it's an inhuman kind of scent that has his gaze catching, lingering, or perhaps a face he recognizes from the Redbright ball has him staring in heavy, curious scrutiny. maybe he simply has to squeeze past the same PETA collector on the street, muttering something about no goddamn escape. ]

B. NIGHT:

[ after the sun sets, Derek retreats to his own territory. generally speaking, he's not looking for a fight, and lurking around other areas of London at night is sometimes as much a provocation as is necessary. he keeps to the east end, hemming along every county line like a sentry, watching - waiting, maybe - for any suggestion that things are not as they should be on his turf. his. he'd never considered it in those terms when he'd been following Laura's lead, when there had been another alpha running things. aside from an inherent wolfish sense of territory, he'd felt little investment. now, his position has changed, but the disconnect here lingers. in the wake of his own hasty decision making, he still feels like he's standing in. that only makes him all the more tense.

and all the more eager to work. he covers a surprising amount of distance on foot, keeps his ear to the ground to keep track of what's going on. maybe it's quiet. maybe it's not. but he stays out late.

if, on his unofficial patrol, he comes across something or someone that seems like they shouldn't be here - well, Derek follows. ]

C. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

( catch all! feel free to tag in with your own starter - just give me a heads up if you're looking for anything in particular - or let me know if you'd like a specific heading! 8] )

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Satisfied, he nodded. Derek had not made plans yet, had not allowed himself to set anything up, still too tentative and hesitant in his new position, still too engrossed in a hunt that was proving ever fruitless. But he wasn't about to admit as much; besides, doing so seemed unnecessary. While he hadn't made his mind up yet, he had beginnings, starts of something more.

Havering was only the logical step, after all.

"I'm keeping an eye on Havering for now," he offered, by way of gruff explanation. There was a request there, but he wouldn't word it as such.

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Keeping an eye on it. As far as she knew it was surrounded by his own territory, it seemed like a logical choice to her to claim it officially. "You need but ask for assistance should you decide to make your move." She replied, not knowing his inner turmoil but the lack of decision on Havering seemed to say something about his mental state none the less. "I believe the others are selecting Bromley and Bexley." Though her being north of the river now meant she'd been looking at Havering for a reason. Perhaps to see if it would pose a problem. If the wolves claimed it and the alliance stuck it would pose no problems. It narrowed down quite a bit of her own land she would need to cover.

She considered the place herself. "I imagine I will eventually move on Greenwich or Lewisham myself if not Croydon. I am still assessing the situation."