Kierra

The doctor or whatever title he goes by is an older gentleman. Where most of the animals I've seen are between the ages of early twenties to about mid-thirties, an older one is a bit surprising. Since that part is taken care of, I turn to the brothers.

Speaking of ages, the younger one looks to be in his twenties somewhere, still having that slight softness to him, while the older brother looks to be in his prime. I can't help but smile at their hair. Taking a couple steps back so I'm not looking up at the yet again tall animals, the older one's a couple inches over six feet with the other being six foot exactly. Getting real good at measuring people in my head, comes in handy when needing to describe them or sketch them out to scale.

Taller one has long hair hanging down his back, dyed an assortment of purples. Meaning instead of it being a single flat color, shading was done, darker and lighter hues mixed in. Small beard isn't dyed though, looking like a dark blond as a thin line of hair traces his jawline. Sibling also has a blondish beard line, just without the beard tuft on his chin. His short, thick hair is dyed as well, different shades of blue for him.

They're taking small glances at me, but mostly keeping an eye on the Reds. Can't say I blame them.

"Please tell me your pure white pelts aren't dyed to match."

Startle them both as two pairs of blue eyes look at me. One the color of clear spring skies, the other a cloudy day blue. These two look so alike it's kinda freaky, only the smallest differences between them. No wonder the hair is colored.

"Tried, but then we really stuck out like sore thumbs."

I blink at the older one as I try to tell if he's being serious or not. I really hope not, those coats were gorgeous. The trickle of humor coming from him raises my crooked grin again, shaking my head.

"Long way from home aren't you? Why in the world would you come here of all places?"

My nose scrunches, don't understand why anyone would want to come here willingly. Crime is way high, neighborhoods dangerous, and schools not up to par. Could basically consider Rockford as one of Chicago's 'projects' neighborhoods, and not a good one.

They just look at me. Takes me a minute, but I finally catch on.

"Oh. Well, you've now seen, so quickly turn and go back while you still can."

They finally start relaxing when only a few Reds are left outside, the downed bouncer having been taken in with a new one taking his place. Looking dead at him, I slip into his head. Intrusions come in handy so I don't have to move.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you to be careful, do I? Since I'm leaving, no more should bother you, but just in case, stay on your toes. If there is trouble, call for aid. No more hero crap."

He sneers at me to hide his surprise and fear but inclines his head. I tip my head at him and turn back to the brothers, who'd been watching the exchange. Bit of confusion there, but I think they can figure it out.

Xavier touches my shoulder for my attention, when he has it, his chin points to the others standing across the street.

"Uh, where'd the Vamps go?"

"Took off when we tried detaining them."

Younger bro actually speaks this time, looking kind of adorable when his cheeks redden when I look at him. Oh yeah, soft. Eyes had gone back to green a few minutes ago, so I don't have to worry about that as I stare back at the ones eyeballing us.

Humans. Humans who look like they already know what or who we are.

"I don't want to stick around any longer and bring more trouble here. Walk with us?"

They nod. Had a feeling they'd end up following me anyway, just means now I have an excuse to be looking or watching them. Xavier takes my side like the bodyguard he seems to think he is. Turning, I scowl at him. I just get winked at.

"That's it. Where'd those women go? I'm tossing you back. Any woman will do at this point. Can even get 'em to pay me for you. Consider yourself pimped, buddy."

My exasperated tone and rant just have him grinning ear to ear. White wolves behind me look all sorts of confused.

"I saved him earlier from a couple girls who were starting to fight over him. I wanna toss him back to 'em."

"Why?"

Stopping, I turn and motion my hands at him, having stopped when I did. Making a sound of disgust, I flick his open jacket. Speaking of which, I take mine off and hold it over my arm.

Taking the opportunity, my eyes flick between the almost twins, being hidden by their bodies as I look for our trailers. Mouth purses as I see them walking casually across the road a few yards back. Brown leather jackets rustle around me as they shift around to see what I'm looking at.

"You know, I had a tag-along once that ended badly. If these idiots try anything, I will not be accountable for what happens."

Xavier snorts, but he's also alert the whole way to the jeep. When we get close, I look around for any teenagers. Nothing. Good. Looking for a fight does not mean beating on kids.

Stopping at the back hatch, I lean my butt against it and cross my arms over my stomach under my folded coat. The guys spread out around me so I can see the humans coming. Don't care for how it looks like bodyguard detail.

"You know, I am capable of causing just as much damage as any of you. Longer arm and leg length included."

They all just look at me, brothers appearing curious as they watch the maned wolf mock me.

"Careful Dogdeer, I know where you sleep and I have a lot of paint and glue."

He scoffs, but smiles at the nickname my sister has given him. When she’d first seen him in animal form, she didn't know what the hell he was, so she called him a dog-deer. Starting to think his inner animal has influenced his human height.

Maned wolves, while not actual wolves, look kind of close. One big difference being the long-ass legs they have. Xavier is six-foot-seven, his animal is over four feet tall at the shoulder. And that isn't counting his head or his big ears.

To give you a vague idea of just how tall he is, at over a four-foot shoulder, he's taller than Asher, who's already bigger than a 'normal' Werewolf. The false wolf is taller than anyone else I know aside from Orion, who is about an inch taller. You feel really small next to them, even more so when you're already short.

Looking to the brothers, I start yapping at them while keeping an ear out for the humans. They aren't being very quiet about their stalking.

"So, where are you guys from? Figure north somewhere from what I saw. Names? I know you're brothers. From the look you gave me, I'm guessing you've come to gawk at the weird one."

"Definitely weird, that's for sure."

Even though he mutters it, the maned mutt knows he's heard perfectly. Taking my arms from my coat, I toss it at his head. Folded trench coats don't make for the best missiles, but it gets him to shut up for a second, at least on using words.

Just full of chuckles though. They're still watching us curiously, but the younger brother has a slight scowl forming. Bigger brother is who speaks up once again.

"Seen? We're from the north, yes. Northern Wisconsin. What do you mean you 'seen'? You also knew our fur colors."

I nod and tilt my head.

"Mhmm. Speaking of that whole, 'weird', part. Being the odd one out seems to have a few more learning curves than everyone else has. I don't see dead people, but I do see animals in my head. Can smell them in their original, natural habitat. I see you, just as your inner animals and where they'd be if wild."

They blink at me before glancing at Xavier who nods with a smirk, his amber eyes starting to glitter in mischief. Aw hell, here we go. Lifting an eyebrow, I cross my arms over my chest and cock my hip.

"She can also get in your head and make you do things. Things you'd never do before."