Armand could never help but to smile knowingly whenever the higher up kitsunes would tell people that he was simply a scout. While he did indeed keep an eye on people of interest, he also just as frequently headed off issues well before they developed into an actual problem worthy of his clan leaders attention. Sometimes this involved bloodshed, sometimes it involved a couple of drinks at the local pub. Today, however, it involved a girl.<br/>If his sources were reliable, and they are as frequently as they aren't, it would appear the angry, vicious clan he'd clashed with almost half a year ago were finally starting to make real efforts at pushing across Canada's southern boarder, and invading his own clans territories. This, of course, held the potential to instigate a war. More importantly, it threatened a peace and stability that he had a hand in forging. Though after losing a fight against Armand even with the odds heavily against him, they had decided that a little prep work needed to be done before hand. Part of that involved scattering multiple of their kind throughout Canada, disguised as simple humans, to strike from the inside out when the time came.<br/><br/>Armand was convinced that this was one of them. He had spotted her at a rest stop a ways north of the boarder; a common american, that no one seemed to know anything about, moving deep into the cold of Canada for no apparent reasons. Add the fact that she had enough money and pull to obtain both a home and a job, in the same place, with no one knowing her, was well beyond suspect. It smelled heavily of a RedWay kitsune encroachment, and Armand wasn't having it.<br/><br/>Armand's research had been gone over, compared to every scrap of information available, and found worth pursuing. As one of his kinds best he was to confront this person, and decide weather or not they were to wipe her off the face of the planet. The woods around him were filled with Kitsunes, and even now he could hear the last one sprinting to her spot. Tamber, late as always.<br/>So he waited, sitting idly on the woman's front porch, slowly smoking a cigarette, surrounded by dozens of his brothers and sisters in fox form who were all eagerly awaiting the possibility of action. Armand however, was simply enjoying his cigarette. Being capable of human form was an art perfected over a hundred years, and he absolutely loved the dexterity and niceties that humans enjoy. Chief among them was tobacco.