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"Whit do yoo want?" the sheriff asked as he leaned against the table while he crossed his arms. He didn't think that what he was asking her was asking for too much. Not having seen lately due to his work schedule and hers he wanted the chance to spend some time with her. "Ah'll be willin' t'do anythin' yoo want." Within reason but Graham trusted her to know his limit. 

It was moments like this that he wished he could feel emotions again. He remembered always liking the feeling of wind rushing past his face whenever he ran through the woods with Faolan but he couldn't bring up that happy feeling that would go through him. Though the wind wasn't the reason that the Huntsman would feel happy. It was the fact that there was a chance for him to get his heart back and get away from the queen that had been holding him captive all this time. 

He never thought that going out that evening was a wise idea. He knew the pack that Regina was using to get what she wanted and seeing them act the way they were wasn't to his liking. They should have been running free somewhere safe, not hurting others and doing Regina's dirty work. It made him think that his attempt to protect them, which then turned into his imprisonment, had been in vain. But if they would rather be Regina's tool of destruction then he wasn't going to complain now. With the chance of finally getting away from her there the Huntsman wasn't about to let that slip away. All he needed to do was hunt down the wolf that had taken his heart and get it back.

The problem he faced now was catching the wolf. He was a skilled tracker, he always had been, and it was easy for him to the hunt the wolf down. But the wolf was faster than him. It wasn't the surprising since he had guessed that it was a rogue werewolf. By the way that the pack acted they seemed to have known the wolf but something must of happened to make this particular one go rogue. Whatever happened must have taken place after he left the pack as he didn't recognize the wolf. The Huntsman hoped to use that in his favor though. The wolf wouldn't know anything about him and therefore his weaknesses would be unknown. Unfortunately that worked both ways. He knew nothing about this wolf and what he could do to get the advantage. All he could do was fall it and wait for the time where he could get his heart.

Now if only he could find some sign of the wolf...He had been following its trail for awhile but that trail suddenly vanished. There were small signs of something have been through the area recently and he was hoping that was the wolf. He wished he still had Faolan with him. His own wolf would be able to track the scent of the other and would make this whole process easier.

(outoffire; grABS YOU AND YELLS AT YOU FROM EXCITEMENT HI)

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Neal to be sitting at Granny’s Diner one early afternoon, enjoying what could either pass as a late lunch or an early dinner—-who knew? He certainly didn’t seem to care to define his meal, be it lunch or dinner, as long as he could have it in all peace and quiet. He’d been hassled by curious Storybrooke inhabitants from the moment he’d arrived in town a while back, and now that things seemed to finally have calmed down, he had every bit of hope of a quiet mealtime, for once.

That hope was soon crushed, though not deliberately this time; he had seen Ruby leave for her break the moment he’d sat down to order his food from Granny herself, and just as she was about to come back, looking all kinds of preoccupied with whatever it was she was holding in her hand, she walked straight into the lamppost across from the diner. Neal immediately slipped off his bar stool, leaving his food unattended to rush outside in favor of checking up on Ruby. He found her a little dazed, but at least she looked well enough not to need any serious medical care.

I understand Graham but I've been talking and rping with you this whole time.

It often seemed to G'mork that to be a werewolf was no longer to be a rarity. Laying claim to such things on Fantasia saw him a revered being, behind the revulsion and fear that came with him being a harbinger of the Nothing at least, but on this world, the human world, his kind seemed to be a dime a dozen.

Well, perhaps not quite his kind. He would always have his heritage of nothingness to fall back on.

"And who might you be, child, to wander so far into the wolf's den?"

[so are youuuu]