As Micky and Matt had there stare off, all Micky could think of was that this was wasting his time. Either Matt should arrest him or let him go, yet the sheriff was just standing there. After a moment, he would rise his hand to his lips, pulling the cigarette from his lips. Once more blowing smoke into the sky, lucky the sheriff had started to say that he would be leaving. In all truth, micky wasn't actually trying to size up the sheriff, he was just standing his ground against the man. The actual size up would come later, when Micky was more sure that he might be arrested.<br/><br/>As the two stood there, Micky would hear a pair of running feet, before Sam even jumped on him, he knew it was him. Some would ask how he knew, well that would have been the boys scent. Like a normal wolf Micky is able to pick up on such things because of his blood. Though as Sam jumped on his back, he rocked forward only a bit, standing tall.<br/><br/>Once Matt walked back to his car, as the sheriff looked at him, the young man would put to fingers to his bloody forehead and give him a small salute with a smirk. Once he was actually in the car, Micky would turn his hand up and flip the cop off as e drove off. He would then turn towards Sam with a smile, hooking a arm around his neck and pulling him in. "Ey Sam! Didn't know you got up this early." He laughed, letting him go after a moment. "Also, incase you were wondering. I flipped the sheriffs truck just down the road." He threw his thumb back, pointing back down the road, away from the town. "I jacked it earlier, but someone saw me." The way Micky said that, was as if he had done this dozen of times before.<br/><br/>After a brief moment, Micky started back down the road towards the town. "So, what you doing to day bud?" He would ask Sam, acting like this was just a another day in the small town. Though as the two young men walked down the road, a, well Micky wasn't sure what it was, attacked him. Knocking him to the ground before darting off into the bushes. "What the fuck was that?" His cigarette laying on the ground infront of him as he stood up. Doing a quick three sixty, trying to find whatever was string enough to push him down.<br/><br/>When Micky could find nothing with his eyes, he would let out a soft sigh. Rubbing the back of his head. "Fuck it, let's keep going, whatever it is, is gone now." There was now scraps on the boys hands, his head wound starting to close up.<br/><br/>--------------------------<br/><br/>Astrid couldn't help but smile softly as the large dog come over to the booth. She would reach down and softly rub his head, before being her hand back up. "Hey, maybe what you need is a woman instead? I can take you out to my cabin and we'll have a good time." She would laugh, the laugh was deep, from the stomach. The kind that usually brought a smile to someone, she would calm down after a second.<br/><br/>The dragon-kin would look back to her friend, a soft smile on her face. "But in all truth dear, you'll find someone. Trust me I've been around a bit longer then you." She would then stretch her arms above her head. "Though in all truth, you could do a lot better then the men around here. Marry a big city guy with lots of money."<br/><br/>Astrid liked Mercy, she was a warm person who likely would have a good life ahead of her. Though she didn't know much about her past, though the same can be said about Astrid.