@feveredbcnes - [ AWOO. ] the sender howls at the moon. + [ DARK. ] the receiver finds the sender out on a full moon. (either Lil or Thomas!)
The howl pierces the night, almost like a siren for the hunters to hone in on. Trails of soft white smoke pouring out of their mouths with every exhale, huffed constantly through their light jog towards their destination. Expertly dodging anything in their path with the help of the light of the full moon, they hiked through the forest and up various inclines until they came upon him - The werewolf. Bigger in size than the Welsh man usually was, a hulking figure against the powerful light that made him this way. Full moons were when many creatures of the night were the strongest, but werewolves were the ones that could control themselves the least under the influence - or so it seemed from the hunters’ observations. They had to transform; they had to feed the beast in any way they could, or at least exhaust it into slumber once more.
It was when he needed the most help. A shrill whistle from between his teeth signaled his boy to turn and look at him, the hunter getting a good look now at the bandana that was stuck through one of his front claws. It was supposed to go loosely around his wrist…Guess that hadn’t worked out, though Thomas only gave it to him as he was rushing out the door, with the instructions of “Put it on just in case.” barely out of his mouth before Rey was gone. The woods were his safe space during these times, after all, and he probably felt such an urgency to get here to just be on the safe side of things. He never wanted anyone to get hurt anytime he transformed, and especially if it was a particularly strong draw towards hunger and bloodlust, and of course he'd be back by the morning…
…But of course Thomas worried for him. Now more than ever - even if all the hunters in the area knew Reynardine and his relationship to the Marchands, and even though he knew Rey could handle himself and had grown so much since they first met, after seeing him like he had…Thomas couldn’t take a chance. It was panicked thinking that made Thomas shove a bandana in Rey’s hands once he realized what day it was, as if that was a protective spell to help him avoid getting shot by a friend. Then calls to Matt and the butchers around town for help and backup plans, even the calmest voice he could muster shaking slightly. Then it’s off to the woods in his old truck, crossing trails and unmarked territory alike while carrying all their gear, along with cheap duffle bags weighing them down more. By the time they get to Rey, they’re both panting up a storm, but Thomas can’t help but smirk upon seeing the werewolf he knew and loved.
“You doin’ okay?” He shouts it against a chilly gust of air, putting his bag down next to a nearby tree and then walking a good distance away from it, adjusting his gear - classic shotgun now swapped with the biggest tranquilizer gun he ever did see. He was surprised Matt had actually bought it “in case of emergencies” back when Rey first became a friend, but as a mortuary in a town crossing paths with the supernatural, it was always good to have anything at hand.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” His friend hollers as he places his bag right next to his own. “Oh, wait, of course you’re not asking about me.” Annoyed tone filled with love. Thomas can’t help but chuckle at the comment, yet his eyes stay on Rey the whole time. Matt can only sigh when that’s his only response, slapping Thomas’ shoulder, “You’re so very lucky that I was feeling very generous tonight, or else I would’ve let you do all this stupid shit on your own.”
“You could’ve.” Thomas simply states back, finally giving Matt a glance, smirk gleaming against the moon.
Matt just groans, “This old man paid a month’s worth of rent on you just in case you needed it, kid.” shouted over the downwind, though he’s hidden fairly well behind Thomas for safety. “And he has clothes for you in the truck, for whenever you get tuckered out and de-transformed and…Stuff.” He waves his hand around, as if that helps wrap up his sentence neatly enough.
Thomas just chuckles again, feeling his breathing finally even out, and a shiver goes up his spine from the cold air. “We’re just here if you need us, okay?” He shouts through a large exhale, one foot behind himself just in case he needed to book it back to the truck, fist gripping the strap of the gun hanging on him. He knows he’s probably being stupid and dumb, but…Well, he was allowed to be every once in awhile, right? “Just give me a sign to let me know if you need anything.”