just getting rid of a rabbit
Lilla rubbed the back of her neck before working out her stiff spots. One of these days, she was actually going take that paycheck [such as it was] and actually go shopping and pick up that brand new mattress that she kept promising herself that she was going to get. This one clearly had seen better days, or rather, better years. She sighed, padding to the kitchen of her cabin. Coffee - everything would look better with blessed coffee. She glanced at the calendar on the wall, a small grimace on her features. Terrific. Hunting season was vast approaching which meant even more stress. Not enough coffee to deal with this crap.
Barely into her first cup of coffee and the familiar strains of Neverending story
stirred. Groaning softly, Lilla glanced at the phone, spying a number she wasn't quite ready to deal with. Not enough coffee.. "Yes, Sheriff?" she answered, closing her eyes and massaging her right temple with her free hand. "Yes, I'm aware. Yes. Of course." A stifled curse escaped her. "Terrific. Not only do I have to deal with dumb ass hunters on protected lands but I'm going to have to deal with those Cleansers. Fan-bloody-tastic."
She slowly began to pace, trying to plan out how she was going to maintain her sanity over the coming weeks. Wasn't going to be easy - but she'd manage. Somehow. Normally the hunters weren't too bad but adding in those aforementioned idiots who followed a long-forgotten by most god, well.. She sighed. "Now, what other goodies are you dropping on me?" she asked.
She was silent for a long moment. "You found a what?" she asked slowly, her eyes widening in sheer surprise. "Give me ten to get there." She hung up after that, taking a long swig of her coffee. This day just kept getting better, she thought wryly as she quickly moved from the kitchen to the living room, grabbing her coat and keys in the process. She headed quickly to her pick-up, nodding to herself when she saw that her personal hunting gear, a bow and a quiver of hand-fletched arrows, was still in bed.
She climbed out of the cab, slamming it shut as she headed down the path on foot. "Sheriff?" she called. "Oh, hey, Billy," she said, nodding a greeting towards one of the deputies. "So, whatcha find for me?" she asked.
"Bigfoot's cousin," Billy opined, gesturing to the curled up thing.
Lilla slanted him a look before moving to examine the pile of fur and limbs. She sucked her breath in a hiss, clearly stunned by what she had seen. "How many saw?" she asked.
"Just me and the Sheriff," Billy answered. "Is it Bigfoot?"
Lilla found it extremely hard not to roll her eyes. "You and I both know that Bigfoot doesn't exist," she sighed. "No, it's something much different," she said, her voice softening. "Much, much different." She gently smoothed the fur on the being's face, a smile crossing her features at seeing his eyes, yellow eyes, open. "Help me get him to my truck."
"What is it?" Billy asked, wrapping an arm around his neck so he could help the being walk.
"What if I told you this was Timmorn Yellow-Eyes," she said quietly.
Billy somehow managed not to stumble. "You're joking," he said before glancing at the being's eyes. "You're not joking. Shit. Well.. This changes a whole lot of things."
"Got that right," Lilla said quietly.
"So, what do we tell that Pack?" he asked.
"For now, nothing."
"Cutter isn't going to like that," Billy said, already predicting the fireworks.
"I don't give a damn what Cutter is going to or not going to like," she snarked. "I have more important things to worry about. Like nursing him back to health, dealing with hunters and the Cleansers."
Timmorn silently listened to the pair, trying to understand what they were saying. Humans had changed so much..
"Are you sure you can handle him?" Billy asked, worrying about Lilla. At five foot nothing and clocking in at a dainty hundred pounds [hundred two when drenched], well... Besides, he promised Cutter he'd take good care of the Pack's human ally.
"I'm sure, Billy," she sighed. "Right now, he's barely able to walk. I don't know how long he's been there, but he'll need to regain weight and strength before he'd even be considered a threat to my safety."
"I don't know, Lilla.." Billy said, his voice trailing off.
"Billy. Seriously? I'll be fine. If push comes to shove, I'll just call for the Pack.. After I explain why the hell I didn't contact them sooner, but well, what can I say.."
"That you're insane?" Billy offered, opening the cab's door and helping to place the weakened half elf, half wolf into the cab.
That got him a Look that could Kill being shot in his general direction. She said nothing as she climbed into the driver's seat and silently made her way back to her cabin. She'd get him situated in the guest room before she'd go out hunting. Lilla glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, watching him watch the woods as they drove past.
Timmorn said nothing, just kept his gaze focused on the passing trees.