<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes watched as the other hunter began to move about, still a bit of confusion as he noticed her attire, her fire arm, the way she moved and disposed of the shifters. Clearly prepared for whatever she had walked in there for, leaning downwards to the corpse with the crow bar lodged in its head, gripping tightly and giving a grunt as he finally lodged it free from its home. Despite her not immediately firing or attacking him he had learned the hard way not to completely let his guard down, even around those that seemed to pose no threat.<br/>
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Though he did raise a brow and let his arms stretch to his side as she began to question him, taking a moment to rub his ear. <i>"Terribly sorry, all that screaming and yelling left me with a terrible ringing in the ears, I believe you were trying to say "Thank you?" </i>His eyes looking at the trail of carnage they had left in their wake, watching as the poor crying woman made her exit in a hurry. Grumbling as he saw her form disappear into the darkness of the forest, so that's who ruined his plan.<br/>
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Or maybe it was the hunter who had begun to interrogate him. Gaze finding its way back to her as he moved to the shifter he had impaled to the wall, pulling the arrow as the loud thud of his body hitting the floor filled the room. <i>"Doesn't matter how long I've been trackin' em' I was here for someone else....fat chance that's gonna happen now....and you?" </i>He moved to observe the shifters body, trying to find any type of marking, tattoo of clan. Anything. <br/>
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His mind returned to her words. "Offed every last one of these guys"....but that was wrong. Looking down at the bloody arrow he had in his hand before looking at the floor, through the puddles that had begun to pool and the dirty debris a clear trail had been formed, disappearing around a corner and into a room. The shifter he had only stuck in the stomach, and left for later, he followed the trial quickly. Surely enough time had passed that the silver had begun to seriously fuck with his system, and there he was, crumpled against the wall with the arrow still stuck in his stomach.<br/>
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<i>"Not all of em'"  </i>he called out to the woman, gripping the crow bar tightly in his hand.</span>