Wes was content to stay in the doorway, spinning the arrow around in his hands and leaning against the door frame as she began to question the dying beast. Giving a little shake of the arrow and a wave as she threatened more silver, but curiousity beginning to peak as she spoke of the one she searched for. Taking a moment to lean out and view the bodies on the ground again before returning his attention to their conversation.<br/><br/>He was working it out in his mind, it was obvious she was a Hunter, unsure of the exact affiliation she held but they way she moved and how she was equipped told him it was obviously one of the better ones and not the young thrill seekers he was used to finding gutted inside of shifter dens begging to be put out of their misery. Wes leaned down and picked up one of her spent shells, letting it play between his fingers before tossing it to the side. "<i>Real hard to get a hold of these, nice job not missing a shot." </i>He complimented before the dying shifters words caught his attention, walking into the room and squatting down next to them.<br/><br/><i>"What where they coming here for? And where were they planning on going? They dipped as soon as your little friend starting screaming her head off."  </i>Cold eyes locking on his as he began to bring the silver arrow head close to his face, the man flinching and trying to push himself away. Whatever the woman had come for had completely escaped from his mind and now he was ready to completely skin this beast alive to know where his prey had disappeared off to.<br/><br/><i>"</i>Territory, we were su-supposed to work out a deal. They would .  .  . help us take it. And we'd be their soldiers. S-some Big Coven." Wes's eyes lit up as he grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him close to his face.<i>"Who was the contact." </i>The injured skin walker groaning in pain as he was moved quickly, grabbing at the arrow lodged in his stomach as he continued to bleed out. "I. .I. I. Don't know M-an! Some fancy.  .  . Vampire asshole." Wes let the man go as he stood, quickly beginning to pace the room. He already knew it was him, but the confirmation that his prey was ACTUALLY within his grasp caused him to punch a hole in the decrepit wall.<br/><br/><i>"God fucking damn it." </i>He just started to repeat under his breath. Tapping the woman on the shoulder and offering her the arrow. Obviously no longer able to control himself to press the shifter any further. Wes knew his limits, and if he continued he knew the shifter would be dead before they got anything else out of him. He let himself out of the room and began to throw his little temper tantrum, kicking the walls, the empty beer cans littering the floor and the dead corpses that lay on the ground. An absolute plethora of F bombs being dropped.<br/><br/>As soon as he was done he took a deep breath, adjusting his jacket and taking his place back in the door way, giving himself little smacks on the hand for all the inappropriate language he had used in front of the woman, though he was sure she didn't mind. Clearing his throat<i>"Apologies "</i>