the world is too heavy to bear

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          he doesn't want to burden enzo with this - especially given everything that is going on at the moment. kat, the pack, the crumbling accords and threats of war. the last thing his friend needs is to hear him whining about a lost princess. but thalassa, for her faults, was a good person. he wouldn't be able to let this go. "no, we've got nothing." he groans, sliding into a bar stool. "just keep your ear to the ground yeah ?? you hear anything, even if it seems bullshit, you let me know."

He was passing by when he saw the pickup truck approaching the dog. His first reaction was to start running in the animal’s direction, trying to avoid the worst to happen. The dog gadly was faster, “The crazy way people drive here doesnt surprise me anymore. Is your friend okay?” Eaton asked the man

       grateful smile lines his features as he glances up at the man beside him. though it had been unnecessary he appreciates the hurried attempt to get ralph out of harm's way. "he'll be fine...it'll keep him on his toes-" coop snorts, ruffling the fur between ralph's ears. "thanks though." the dog sniffs the stranger curiously and, as if in agreement, licks at his hand.

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        the request is an easy one - he was heading there himself. still, he finds he is disconcerted by her effervescence and saccharine smile. "two blocks this way-" he cants his head in the direction of the bar. "though you might be better off in the laveau's place...seems like it'd be more your speed."

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       his focus is on ralph, so he scarcely notices the redhead approach. it's only when she speaks that he realises how near she is. glancing up, he gives a small shrug in response. "he doesn't have a leash. he knows to stay by my side..." which meant that something had distracted him. his gaze travels from the girl back to the road. "what's that...??" there's a battered shape on the asphalt, from where he kneels it looks like a toy car.

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      "maybe he's been playing the long game, waiting till you're complacent." cooper raises his brows, taunting smile on his lips. "besides, since when did you get so cocky ?? I distinctly remember a shit scared little ginger kid thinking that idiot was the big bad wolf."

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      the excitement on the girl's expression is a reaction he's used to around ralph. the dog is bigger than most, being half wolf, and extraordinarily furry...plus he's an attention seeker. but after the close call, the banshee figures he could use a little spoiling. "go crazy-" coop shrugs, glancing up at her. "but if you've got any food on you, he will find it and eat it."

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        the way she stumbles over the word captures his attention and he instantly softens. "it's kind of ironic." coop clarifies. "the place is run by and full of werewolves. no hunters in sight." tugging his phone from his back pocket, he offers her a reassuring smile. "but I can text him and ask him to meet you at greene's or something ??"

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      could she have run off on her own ?? yes. could she have been helped or worse, taken ?? yes. in times like these, thalassa and her soon-to-be children could easily be used as pawns in a bigger game. "she's impulsive. headstrong as hell." cooper murmurs, weary sigh leaving him. "but I don't know...I would've thought she'd at least leave a note. or write to say she's okay."

pup sits down in front of them without warning or explanation, letting the other people on the sidewalk filter around them. the young wolf sniffs at the two of them, expression curious before he cautiously extends a hand to try and stroke ralph.

        if there is anyone's judgment that cooper trusts, it's ralph. the wolf in him, he's certain, has a better sense of people's intentions. so when his dog responds to the extended hand with a low, playful growl and lifts his front paws to lean against the boy's chest, tongue making a slobbering mess of his features - cooper knows two things. one; the boy is a wolf. ralph reserves that particular noise for those he knows can actually play with him. two; he is not a threat. not that cooper would ever have expected that from the cautious way he carries himself. "ralph, get down-" the banshee rolls his eyes despairingly, tugging at the scruff of his neck. "think you've made a friend, kid."

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      "something like that." cooper says brusquely. "what's it to you anyway ??"