Jacob tells Quil to keep hidden for now, not wanting to give anything away to this guy more than he has to until he’s established more of a… something with him. Which proves the better choice since he notices the man looking around. Either of this “demon” or for the other wolves around. If he’s been going around the mountain for a while, he’s bound to have seen their tracks and thus knows there are more than just this one wolf in front of him. Tsk… this guy’s not a normal hunter at all.
He keeps his eyes on the other man, but his ears swivel towards him again when he talks, focusing on the words. Mist? Yes, they’re having trouble tracking it and that would explain why. You can’t take down mist. Some smart-alec part of his mind suggests a vacuum cleaner and Jared tells him to shut up with the jokes. This is serious. Duh, of course it is. But being completely uptight isn’t going to help either! Sam tells them both to shut up and then instructs Jacob to get what he can from the stranger. One Alpha to another, so… He’s right.
For a few seconds, he eyes the vial, then snorts and walks off to the side. Jacob gives him a look which hopefully will tell him to stay (can you even convey that command in such a look?) before slipping around behind a large boulder. A minute later, a muscular young man walks back out from around the other side, barefoot and barechested and buttoning the fly of a frayed pair of jeans. “What makes you think we can’t handle this on our own?” he challenges, stopping beside a tree and watching the stranger with those same eyes that had been arresting him from the wolf’s face.
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He keeps his eyes on the other man, but his ears swivel towards him again when he talks, focusing on the words. Mist? Yes, they’re having trouble tracking it and that would explain why. You can’t take down mist. Some smart-alec part of his mind suggests a vacuum cleaner and Jared tells him to shut up with the jokes. This is serious. Duh, of course it is. But being completely uptight isn’t going to help either! Sam tells them both to shut up and then instructs Jacob to get what he can from the stranger. One Alpha to another, so… He’s right.
For a few seconds, he eyes the vial, then snorts and walks off to the side. Jacob gives him a look which hopefully will tell him to stay (can you even convey that command in such a look?) before slipping around behind a large boulder. A minute later, a muscular young man walks back out from around the other side, barefoot and barechested and buttoning the fly of a frayed pair of jeans. “What makes you think we can’t handle this on our own?” he challenges, stopping beside a tree and watching the stranger with those same eyes that had been arresting him from the wolf’s face.