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News of Lou Pine's traveled fast and Eleanor faster when she heard. It was nothing definitive, just that it had been ransacked. But it was her friend's bar and she was feeling more than defensive, the angry wolf in her more guiding. Arriving, she discovered wasn't the only one curious of the news. Several others had gathered outside, theories being thrown among them. Who knew if any one of them was true. Eleanor stood front and center of the gathering, slack jawed at the damage she already anticipated seeing.
A deep, loud growl rumbled from her core, an audible warning of her anger. Werewolves were rowdy and she had certainly seen her fair share of fights in the place. Hell, she had seen the bar nearly come down once but this didn't seem like the work of their kind. Even from the outside vantage, Eleanor knew it and that pissed her off. Standing among the murmuring idiots wasn't going get shit done, so in a furious huff, she spun around to leave, bumping hard into the individual in her path. "Get the fuck outta my way." She growled, brushing off her blouse.