Merry Christmas || Celine&Grey
⌝ It was not hard for the wolf mother to determine where Grey lived. It might have been unfortunate for him but he had a very distinct smell, Celine could only presume from not showering as often as a person probably should have. Regardless, tracking his scent had only been challenging in that it frequently kept leading her into the Hollowed Forest. Still with a few tries the mature wolf woman had eventually found herself at one of the motels on the edge of the town, one particular door reeking of the man's scent.
⌝ Though not actually Christmas Day, as that had been reserved for her children, Celine had brought herself there the following day, gift in a brown paper bag that hung down by her side, brushing against the grey sweatpants she wore. This day she was decidedly at a height disadvantage to the company she was seeking. The combat boots she wore nowhere near as high as her platform heeled boots had been.
⌝ Giving the motel door a gentle knock Celine waited, still expression on her face as he had witnessed numerous times during their short conversation. Celine had, in reality, not intended to see Grey again until she had found the drawing the man had done in Jagger's room. She hadn't see it that night when he'd apparently done it but a week or more later. Celine wasn't quite sure what to make of it, and had not allowed Jagger to keep it due to what it depicted. Certainly she was concerned with someone who would draw such a disturbing scene.
@greylapinski
