closed starter for @moonpains when/where: morning, anywhere
He ain't her pack. She owes him nothing. But still, Arleen can't help but feel a scratch of guilt in her chest like a flea -- last time she didn't help one of her fellow true wolves, she had to turn tail and leave Kansas all together. Doesn't help much that Eventide has a meek, unsteady alpha unable to keep their fellow beasts in check. It's a mixed pack, but Arleen will extend a courtesy just this once. Until a weaker-willed wolf goes off and makes an abomination -- but even true wolves could be made to heel.
She doesn't admittedly know much about this August, but she knows enough to say that a string of animal attacks all come back to one of their kind. And she knows it ain't Warwick running wild, nor bellies-up Harford. And it doesn't have the mutt stink of Cerberus on it. But Arleen knows enough to be careful because any cornered animal would bite back, no matter if they shared fur and fangs in the light of the moon.
"'Scuse me, are you August Choi?" She approaches without a badge. This isn't police business, not this time. This is wolf to wolf. "My name's Arleen Bailey. Warwick. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you look... tired. Everything alright there?"