The winter days were always the busiest, and this day was no exception. With his mother still trying to work out the details of Kazímir and some witch apprentice, Svarog was keeping the pack together again. It was actually his normal full time job, though most of the pack was restless with their Alpha away. Today he was locked away in his home office, working up the figures of the pack's finances. It wasn't the glamours life of his mother, in fact nothing about it held glamour, but Svarog was content. He took another drink out of his coffee cup, as he ran over the numbers coming from several of the shops the pack owned and the tavern in the slums. While many of the members of the pack lived in the pack territory, they prefered to work in town. Most of the wolves of their pack were cursed beings, who had once been humans now turned into a wolf creature. They did their very best to keep their lives completely normal, as they had before their turning. That meant he had a lot of paperwork in the forms of personal incomes and expenses of the pack members.
Shifting papers on his desk, Svarog found the last expenses of one of the small potion shops run by Chenoa. He frowned at the paper, noting a break in and the need for a couple of the pack's guards to stand watch over the shop. Chenoa and her young son Rhir, were both natural born werewolves. With a sigh, Svarog signed off his approval of the whole thing. He'd tell her tomorrow to ask the guards and pick two who wanted to do the job. Setting it aside he started to sort through all the other papers on his desk, deciding what he needed to deal with first and foremost. He'd just settled on fixes to another pack members house, when he heard his front door open and bang shut. Frowning Svarog sat back in his chair, listening to footsteps pound up the steps and stop in front of his office door. "
Come in, Roukan." He sighed, sitting back with his hands folded on top of his desk.
The man stepped through the door, looking frayed as he glanced about. "
I'm sorry, Svarog...Kasa's gone, and..." He swallowed suddenly feeling foolish for not having just knocked on the front door. However he didn't normally just barge into homes like this, and he had a reason. When it became clear that Svarog was waiting for him to explain himself, Roukan cleared his throat. "
There've been rumors, I'm sure you've heard, about a feral werewolf running loose." He watched Svarog's face remain impassive, before the Beta waved a hand at him. Clearly the Beta wasn't buying this, and he was also a little annoyed to hear it again. Before Svarog could say anything about wasting his time, Roukan pushed ahead. "
The feral wolf has now been hunting in our territory as well." He watched Svarog, though the Beta remained impassive.
After a moment Svarog shook his head, "
I somehow doubt it's a feral wolf, Roukan." He sighed shifting his chair back. "
Likely its one of the other packs, or a exile from them." He stood and started to walk around his desk, working to not show his annoyance too much. "
With the laws the way they are, it's illegal to turn a wolf and then leave them go feral. I highly doubt that is what we see here." As Roukan opened his mouth to protest, Svarog motioned to the door. "
Let's go see this kill, and we'll decide then what happened." He watched as Roukan only nodded, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. His house while minimally furnished, was clean and tidy. The plan walls that lead down the hall and down the simple stairs. Svarog hoped to remind the young pack guard that this was not some long ago lawless time, but that there was a simple explanation.
Neither man spoke as they made their way out the door of the small cottage, heading into the forest which acted as Svarog's front yard. While they could have run, Svarog saw no rush to get there. It didn't really take them long to find the kill, a young Taosig had been torn apart across a known and well used game trail. It would have been a standard kill in Svarog's eyes, except that a second carcass lay not far off. Neither carcass had been eaten from much, a hallmark of a feral or a mad wolf. After a moment of looking around the area, Svarog confirmed for himself that this was a lone wolf's work. "
Have the guards return, and start patrolling the perimeter day and night, have the hunters help them. Also recall all of the members of the pack." He stood up and motioned two of the nearby pack guards to follow his instructions. Turning to Roukan, he shook his head. "
Any signs of this 'feral' or the wolf responsible, you get me first." With that he began to make his way home, he'd have to let his mother and siblings know what was happening here.