Mirror had just come from the library a lit cigarette stood in his mouth as he walked about a small book in his hands on the side in deep black ink was printed the words. Yeovil Public Library. And the face of the book had a huge head of a fox on it and labeled Fox's and their behaviors He wasn't always reading about foxes but he figured if he couldn't get help from the Skulks till he found them he mind as well understand this new bestial energy. His emerald lids looked around at the park it had a few kids running around the flowers were in full tang and the bee's off man the bee's were getting to be something fierce.

He sighed something was in the air again A scent which told him he was close again but he despaired it being another wasted day of searching only to lead him to a dead end. He looked about his sandals were well worn and his shorts were nothing more then jeans cut into shorts having been to long for him and his shirt was a simple tank top white and spotted with stains of food and work from its year of service. He moved over to a nearby bench and sat down sith a sigh his beast as always was running rampant wanting him to keep walking and he closed his eyes a moment trying to tame it to no avail.

He looked down at the book and then to himself. "Mind as well learn about you buddy." he said cracking the book open he had always liked reading and he dragged on his cigarette a moment the red cherry bursting to life before slowly dimming as he blew out a thick cloud of smoke. With that he fingered through the Authors bio and small little notes before opening up to chapter one Vulpine. His lips fettered over the words slowly unlike his favorite romance novels he was usually reading he actually wanted to make sure he remembered this book and any information which might help him on his road now as a shifter.

Having a day off was fantastic considering she didn't get much time off in the first place. Oh, the life of a trainee. The park was a great place to stroll, contemplate one's life through heat, flowers and sunshine. If she was a pessimist, this would truly be a shitty day. An extremely shitty day. Thankfully, whether she felt her glass was half-empty or half-full depended on her mood. Half-full and a day off; it equaled a cheery were-fox.

Speaking of were-foxes, the scent of fox lingered through the park. An unfamiliar one. Following her nose, she was lead to one, seated on a bench with his own nose deep in a book. The other end was unoccupied, she was curious; so she approached it gracelessly seating herself on the other end.

The smell grew stronger and he closed his book he couldn't tell where it was reading like this he had already broken into the book but wasn't far enough he would loose his place as he looked around a moment then like he just realized it was her he perked up his beast rushing to greet hers in a friendly mannerism. "Oh hello there." he said taking a puff off his cigarette his nose twitching as he took note to her scent his own was baked in cigarettes, flowers and smelled of the woods and streams around the area.

He thought for a moment as he scratched his head in wonderment at what he could say next. "My name is Zack, But everyone calls me Mirror." he said his free hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He spoke low not sure if she was a open shifter or not. "Are you what I think you are?" he said lifting a brow the scent was familiar he had been chasing these kinda scents around town for almost a month now. "And if so are you with the skulk?"

The cigarette burned at his lips and he grabbed it throwing it to the ground and snuffing it out with his shoe. "Ow." he said it hadn't damaged the skin but the heat had gotten to him. He looked around relaxing a bit even if he was in the company of a stranger it was a awfully nice day out anyways. His feet skipped on the paved surface a soft pattering almost tempo like beat on the ground chasing after his feet he wasn't shot as so much he was just keeping his feet entertained he didn't want to be dragged off somewhere by his wondering feet just yet.

He noticed her. Both beast and human. It had reach out to greet, and so her beast nuzzled into the greeting with Tam sidling close to the reynard seated on the bench. It was far too public to enact a proper greeting, so she restrained herself tightly. Her nose twitched, the cigarettes stench surrounded him. Jauntily, she waved her hand, "Hello to you, as well."

"Tamlynn Wei. Call me Tam. Interesting nickname of yours." Nodding, she leaned in closer, "Likewise to you, Mirror. We're the same." The mention of the skulk quirked her brow, "We don't advertise, but our monthly social club finds people. Word of mouth stuff." Glancing at the crumbled cigarette, she quirked a brow, "New habit?" She was curious, some shifters she knew piled on the smoking habit as well.

He thought for a moment looking at the cigarette before wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "No I actually started when I was young picking them off my dads ashtray when he wasn't looking and sneaking out to the barn to smoke them." He chuckled a little remembering always being afraid of getting caught. "But I guess you could say nineish tenish around there."

He scooted a little closer relaxing a bit on the bench. "Go ahead and relax a little it's such a nice day and besides I don't bite... To hard." he joked with her a moment more so a ice breaker then anything. "What do you do for a living Tam?" He didn't wanna get into the talk about his nick name cause it always sounded dumb to him. He was blunt though obviously a farm boy but tactful when he wanted to be.

Smoking was not a vice she was familiar with. As a daughter of a cardiologist, she had gotten stern lectures complete with illustrations about the dangers of smoking and drugs. It had only become embarrassing when she had hit puberty getting the additional speech on the dangers of unprotected sex. She had come out of that, with with an embarrassed stutter that lasted for an hour. In fact, just thinking about was close to starting the motions of a red-hued face. Slowly, she nodded her head, digesting that tidbit. Crossing her legs, she arched her shoulder, stretching them out to work out the kinks.


Summer months were always stifling, but the slow breeze was cooling. Her nostrils flared, as he shuffled closer, taking the new reynard's scent, diving beneath the fox, to get his own underlying personal scent untainted by the cigarettes. "No need to tell me," she glanced up for second, taking in the green of the tree tops, before looking sideways at him, "I can somewhat see that." She chuckled, more amused at the joke though she decided to let that pass. "I'm work as a private investigator." Directing a look at him, "And you? What do you do for a living?"

He watched her a moment the Vixen seemed either a little worked up or stressed either way he wasn't sure as she rolled her shoulders. He clasped his hands together more so to keep himself from suddenly reaching out and brushing up against her not wanting to be intruding. his thumbs flopped about one on top then the other a repeat process trying to keep his hands busy and his mind somewhat distracted.

As she asked him what he did for a living he smiled. "I do Landscaping." That sounded to him like something dry to talk about and so the invasion of questions began. "A trainee huh? So do they teach you how to hold a gun?" he thought one more second. "Ohh and what about you being a shifter do they know cause My boss defiantly don't know." his fingers at that point separated and he placed the flat of his hand inches from her seeing how close he could get before she said something. "Also whats the coolest thing you've done so far?" he leaned fore-ward a strand of raven curls fell over his face as he looked at her.

Being deskbound for the past week was not enjoyable. Making phone inquiries and digging through online records. It was no surprise that her back was annoyed, letting its displeasure be known with achy muscles and tight knots. Either way, the reynard--no, Mirror-- seemed nervous. Jittery was another way to put. Was it something she said or did? Resting her face on the palm of her hand, she turned sideways, and shuffled in the bench, until her legs were crossed.


"Sounds interesting,"she replied blandly. The brunette knew next to nothing about landscaping. Gardens were landscaped, right? Before she could inquire more, a barrage of questions began. Her eyebrows rose incredulously. "I've never held a gun," she shook her head, "and trainee don't use them." Bounty hunters in Get Carter did, but not her. Not that, she was disappointed, just relieved. An amused smile came over her face. "Oh, my boss knows," she chuckled, "and would be a hypocrite if she fussed about it." She leaned forward, as if desirous of parting with a great secret. "Nothing," she started slowly, " so...far." Hell, PI work could be really really boring. The dangerous bits could be considered cool. Salisbury came to mind, but that affair was locked behind sealed lips.

Zack watched her readjust and get comfortable on the bench before crossing her legs. He wondered if maybe something had disturbed her or what not lifting a hand up to cup his chin a moment in thought. Maybe it was him he didn't know but he wasn't exactly a people person anyhow and he had met a lot of interesting people in these few weeks that he had been out and about maybe that caused the uneasiness?

He followed her lead as she leaned in the words though weren't something that secretive so he was kinda disappointed though he didn't let it show through. She mentioned bounty hunters and the get carter investigation something which he wasn't familiar with he didn't watch the news let alone read a newspaper. "Get Carter?" he said his voice filled with question. "That don't sound good if they are handing out weapons though."

He took note of what she said afterwards and chuckled a little. "Ohh so she is a shifter too then I take it?" He wondered how legit that actually sounded a shifter in the local PD maybe the others didn't know? Or maybe they employed shifters. Mirror thought about that job and how it could be more then enticing. "I suppose you have to do a lot of paperwork huh?" he had seen police doing work on the roads and it seemed like they always had some sort of paper on hand so why shouldn't the office be any different perhaps even more paperwork.

"Get Carter?" She perked up at the name, "Yes, that's the place, so you have heard of us?" Well, wasn't that nice? They were famous. Mostly. Maybe Trio would hire someone to do PR legwork. Diplomatic and tactful were not her greatest strengths. "Like guns?" her brows furrowed in confusion, before shaking her head vehemently. "Oh no, no one is just handed a weapon just like that. Plus, we don't give away guns." The were fox was a little piqued at that assumption. On occasion, they might bend the law, but never break it. A little odd, this one.

The rat was one of a kind, so it was not a chore to talk about her. "Oh, yes. Outted and everything," she briskly nodded. One of these days, she might have to come out of hiding to her own family. Right now, they were cajoling-well, her aunts gave an iron-clad suggestion- her to attend her cousin's wedding. "Not like me, though," she sighed, playing with the ends of her hair. "I like staying in the furry closet," she said, slightly bemused. She rolled her eyes, in exasperation, "Every case has paperwork to fill out and file, but," she shook her head decidedly, "its not bad, and considering our line of work, having every 'i' 's dotted and 't' 's crossed is pretty important."