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[injectablefame]

Party is starting to settle in. London is still a new city, but not so new that he's getting lost every time he goes outside. Learning the sights and the smells and where is or isn't safe for him to go has had a learning curve to it, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it as much as any new werewolf could.

Of course, he doesn't necessarily always give a shit. There are a lot of art galleries outside of the areas he's been told to stay--many in Hackney--and he's not about to avoid all of them just because someone tells him to.

He walks around the gallery opening in his ratty clothes, pushing his greasy red hair off of his face and studying the paintings and sculptures with a sort of rapt fascination. There's free wine and he manages to lose count of how much he has by the time he's stumbling home.

Once the opening is over, it's late and he's walking home through the streets of Hackney back towards the areas that his new pack have control of. He's keeping his head down enough about what he is that he's not expecting much trouble, but he's always ready for a fight if need be and he's too drunk to bother hiding that.

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[dredefulchilde]

"Oh, look. A puppy who's strayed too far from his pack."

The voice that taunts the newcomer is high and clear: a child's. There's nothing childish about the predatory smile on the boy's face as he approaches, though, nor is there any question of what he is. Hackney belongs to Islington. Any werewolf in this part of the city after dark has a death wish.

"This isn't your territory, puppy."

[emotioneater]

Cooper is out on his bike, the little BSA model that looks like a prop from a World War II film. It's a warm night, a good time to be going fast all over the city. He's in a good mood when the light changes to red. The scent of werewolf reaches his nose and he looks down the street, seeing a man with bright red hair weaving his way down the sidewalk.

He could kill him. It's still within the rights of the nest, for however long Raymond manages to stay in control. But Cooper isn't a monster. He believes in fair turnaround. That's why he hadn't killed Alex, instead turning her into the Night Council. So he feels it's only right to warn the pup. The cycle pulls up alongside Party, easily keeping pace with him. "I'd walk a bit faster if I were you, friend."