looks without orange thingie
Was there such a thing as ethical stalking?
Levi very much thought so as he parked in the Lauderhill street where his new... he didn't like to think
victim, but what else could he call her?... acquaintance. Let's go for acquaintance. The street where Ms Fhaumnuaypol lived. (Yes he looked how to pronounce this name correctly, also yes he practiced out loud in his car on the way there.)
He hadn't followed her home! Well yes technically but a solid maybe sixteen hours since then? Delaying stalking wasn't-
Oh, who was he kidding. He was stuck once again tracking down someone the coyote had bullied. Twice was starting to look like a pattern. Perhaps the 'bite but no infection' pattern would bless him as well?
So it was the next day, and he only stopped at the mall to get the closest thing possible to the wallet his beast had stolen. He had meant to replace it monetarily, but the mere idea of returning the ruined leather thing had earned him a growl. The 'yote did
not return his toys. So in the new wallet the IDs went, and he also changed the chewed bills for less damaged one. Hey, who knows, maybe she was just a little bruised and he wouldn't even have to tell her what happened. Just a, hey, I found this, have a great day!
Levi got out of his car and walked to the address, holding one ID to make sure he didn't hand it over to the wrong person. Then took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Please be wounded was a horrible yet fair thing to have in mind in this situation.