<div style="text-align: center">Wes was at home in the open country side, far away from the noise of urban life and still riding the high of catching up with his old friend. Windows down and <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F1_3PeiE07KE&amp;hash=95343fde8ca38e758f858dd81386d32e" href="https://youtu.be/1_3PeiE07KE" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Music</a> playing loudly as he admired the setting sun. That mischeovous smirk showing up every now and again the more comfortable he got, The Hunter was completely in his element. Especially as the sun began to disappear more and more until all that was left was the gentle orange gaze, removing his sunglasses as he adjusted well to the incoming darkness. It had been an extremely long time since he had been "prepared" to hunt, all of his senses sharp and in tune and his stomach not screaming at him for sustenance for once. The times where it all finally "came together" were very far in between but he was going to savor the feeling for as long as he could, eventually the bright neon sign finally showing up in the distance as he gave a grin in anticipation.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
Wes didn't even know what The Stranger had called him for, all he knew was he was in a good mood, and she claimed to have something that would put him right back on track in hunting down Dresden, and that alone was more than enough to have him happily meet whenever and wherever she desired. Slowing down and pulling into the dirt parking lot, an amused huff given as he took in the run down exterior of The Motel and saw the pair of legs swinging without a care in the world from the fancy vehicle that stuck out like a sore thumb. Part of him thought it had to be a joke, surely that hunter wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, maybe her order had found her out and as punishment this was the only establishment they would pay for. Whatever the case he wouldn't question it, hell it was still a hell of a lot better than his current living situation, eventually finally parking next to the inconspicuous vehicle and stepping out, hands above his head and giving a mighty stretch, bones all popping in unison and a chuckle of approval given before making his way around the vehicle.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2Fa%2FvLrAruy&amp;hash=c88ffdec54c9a2d669acc29e5f21e24f" href="https://imgur.com/a/vLrAruy" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Wes</a> took another glance around to The Motel, and the darkness slowly beginning to surround them, crickets beginning their song in the tall grass and the occasional passing Big Rig making its way down the lonely little stretch of road. <i>"Don't know if you've watched a lot of horror movies in your day, but this is definitely that place that's secretly run by Cannibals." </i>He gave a small chuckle, his tone of voice much livelier than the last time they had spoken, more jump in his step, and yet the same infuriating smile remained as he turned to face her. It took him a moment to register The Woman sitting in the back of her vehicle, head tilted to the side curiously and doing his absolute best to not seem rude or as if he was staring, as much as his eyes wanted to feast on her form. Wes almost wanted to question if it was the same Woman, but her scent gave him the answer as he crossed his arms over his chest and he pretended to look elsewhere for a few moments, surveying her vehicle with interest before leaning himself up against the open cargo hatch. <i>"As much as I'd like to think you simply called me out here because you missed the <b>pleasure </b>of my company. . .To what do I owe this nice little weekend retreat in the middle of nowhere?" </i>Curiousity dripping from his words and brow furrowed as he focused his attention on The Run Down Motel in front of them.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
It wasn't that he couldn't be a well behaved gentleman, but with a clear path to the sweet spot of the neck and having already smelled the sweet aroma of the blood running through her veins it was almost liking ringing a dinner bell, even if he fought against his own nature as much as he could. <i>". . .Look like you've been doing well since our last little chat. How've you been, Ava?" </i>Wes wasn't sure where the words were coming from, his thoughts allowing themselves to flow freely forward, awaiting her answers and for The Hunter to set him loose on whatever it was she had found for him. Quiety grateful for the opportunity to continue putting his mind further and further away from the rough day that broke him. More and more curiosity, and a bit of excitement beginning to build, shown in that small grin beginning to tug at his features, He inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air of the open country and closing his eyes, enjoying the cool air against his skin and the gentle symphany of the nearby wilderness that called to him like a sirens song. Perhaps more shifters? He did always take joy in putting down those strays, they always had the best insults when they found themselves trapped. Or perhaps by some incredible stroke of luck she had actually found That Blue Eyed Bastards location, and he was waiting nice and pretty for him in The Motel.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
He had to stop himself from nearly salivating just at the thought. The things he had planned for that man bordered on psychotic, even to the point where it began to scare himself over the sick joy he was going to experience when he finally got his hands on him. It wouldn't be easy, but he had already told Ava he didn't plan on walking away from the encounter and he whole heartedly meant it, as long as Dresden didn't walk away either he was content. It was an extremely selfish thought considering the sad green eyes back at the bar that pleaded with him to take better care of himself, and it did cause a moment of discomfort as Cass found her way back into his thoughts. She was a good friend, and had been extremely warm and kind to him, no questions asked and nothing expecting in return, truly rare to find a kind soul like that especially in these days and times. Maybe those wings on her back were real and she was acting as his own personal tattooed guardian angel. And now there was The Woman who sat there comfortably next to him and her own plight, he understood whole heartedly why she was doing this. The need for answers and love for ones sibling was a powerful motive for her actions. Wes promised to help, even if it was only to better benefit himself in the long run he did find himself thinking of her occasionally over the last few days.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<i>". . .Heard anything about your sister?"</i>​</div>