Even though it wasn’t his place to just waltz in, he headed into the kitchen to see Bree sitting on the table with Jeremy tending to her arm. “Mutts,” he said, his way of alerting Jeremy that he’d returned. “Five of them.” He headed to Jeremy’s side and rested his hands on his hips. “I still have their scents. If Clay and Nick’ll listen to me, we can catch them quick.” His eyes quickly drafted to the wound that Bree had ended up getting. “Were one of them armed?”

The wolf headed into one of Bear Valley's diners, but was quick to stop in his tracks. He smelt another wolf and he knew this was where the pack called home. He should have run, but he wanted to pin point the wolf before making a move for it.

The scent in the air was unmistakable, but it was who it belonged to that really threw him off. While seated in his booth at one of the small Bear Valley diners, Tye hid behind his menu. God, he hoped she wasn't a Mutt.

Tye was seated on the forest floor, his breath heavy. His eyes, which were still glowing from just having turned back into his human shape, looked shamefully to the blood covered body. He didn't want to kill the person, he never wanted to kill, but they'd seen him turn and it was literally all he could do. He took in a deep breath, clearly exhausted. "I didn't want to do it, Ma, but, the rules... and uncle Drevyn and..." After saying that, he fell onto his back, then curled up into a ball. He needed rest, but he also needed to clean up the mess he'd made. But right now, he couldn't. "Don't be made at me, please." He muttered, before semi-dropping off into sleep.

Tye saw someone poking around where they shouldn't have been, so he decided to follow his uncle's rules and approached them with intentions of interrogation. "You, what're you doing here?"