#remiwilder

character — @remiwilder

His duties at the rescue had essentially been cut in half. His father, or the man he had considered as such for thirty-four years, had taken over most of the hands on responsibilities that the eldest Williams had always carried. It was a low blow and a form of retaliation, or so he'd assumed. The evening visit had only been required because of the house call to their vet of choice and the need for someone to be there when she arrived. As someone he was familiar with in more ways than one, it had been no problem for him to sneak out of the local build he was working on to ensure he could be there on time. "Thanks for doing this," he greeted with a nod towards the woman before he turned back towards the pin in question. A ranger had dropped off an injured wolf pup, but the extent of the injury was unclear. "If I had to guess, she's about nine weeks or so. She won't put much weight on her right front paw. She's let me get close to her a few times, but she's scared." Rightfully so, he failed to mention. In a world where parents were supposed to protect their young, he knew what it was like to feel abandoned and uncared for. Atlas choked down his own frustrations, his gaze drifting to the vet. "Just tell me what you need from me and I'll do it. I just... I want to make sure she's alright." In a time where the sharp bite of the chilly breeze was upon them, the last thing he wanted was for an injured pup to be on it's own. "We can move her inside if that's easier. I've just sort of kept her here because I didn't want to make it worse by trying to move her. I was thinking about staying up at the rescue tonight with her anyway. I don't want to stress her out with Aurora, but I don't want her to be alone either."

character — @remiwilder

While not small, Providence Peak wasn't the largest city she'd ever lived in either. It always took her by a surprise when a single run in turned into something far more than such. Her gaze had settled on a woman she'd come to know as friendly and quite frankly, someone she enjoyed each and every time their paths crossed. It was Zeppelin who'd initiated things, but the woman's occasional stops by the bakery that had only developed things further. The baker, dressed for fashion first, warmth second, gently bumped the other's shoulder with a soft grin. "Mind if I join you for something sweet? Consider it my treat for putting up with Zepp," she jested, a low hum of laughter following. The big dog was overly friendly and he'd taken a particular liking to the female vet who had managed to capture his affection in a place he normally hated. "Where's your mini today?" Having children of her own had never crossed her mind, but spoiling the children of people she was close to? It was a given and one thing she did rather well. "It's good to see you again, by the way. Zepp's ear seems to have cleared up, by the way. He's no longer shaking his head every other second and the redness is almost gone."

character — @remiwilder

"I'm telling you, nothing washes down fries like a bottle of champagne." The fast food venture had been entirely on a whim, as had the bottle of cheap champagne she'd found buried in her pantry. Grimm purred contently, perched atop the back of the couch as if it were his throne. From lost boy to spoiled king. It was a rescue that she knew her father would have been proud of had he still been around. "I'm basically a genius." Self-proclaimed, but it did nothing to change how she felt about the odd combo that worked. The ranger shifted on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her as an arm draped over the back, mindful to not to disturb the peaceful Grimm. "So, tell me what's going on in your life right about now. Anything new?" Her chest hummed with a deep excitement and a warmth flushed to her cheeks at the thought of her own update to offer. The one she'd held onto for far too long and the very thing she had avoided too. "I found something of my dad's the other day. It was his old work bag. I know it's not much, but if you want it," she offered, the casual offer rolling off her tongue with a drip of emotion intertwined. "He used it for house calls mostly, but you can use it for whatever you want. If you even want it."

character — @remiwilder

His hands had been unsteady for weeks and his harshly pounding heart had put his chest through hell. Leaving his apartment had been an entire venture within itself. Guilt riddled his veins and in the few moments he'd found reprieve, he was always reminded of the terrible thing he'd done. The buzzing within the station left the agent on full alert. The last time he'd stepped foot within, he'd shielded an old friend of his while an unsavory scene unfolded at the register. Dark hues swept over every aisle he stepped into, but his gaze inevitably found the entrance every time the welcoming ding sounded off that another person was entering or making their exit. Khalil side stepped to avoid a collision with one, but hadn't noticed the other, much smaller frame behind him. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you," he assured as he looked over the woman he'd backed into. Out of every face he'd seen in town, hers wasn't one of them. "Are you okay? I should pay more attention to where I'm at. I guess I got lost in trying to figure out which is a better option... chocolate doughnuts, or the powdered?" A lousy attempt at a joke, one met with a small smile.