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{{exit to warehouses}}

Sibyl pawed the earth, lifting it and also lifting other scents that'd recently been there and she could confirm that Ceon had been here as his scent was still very distinct. The wolf looked around with her amber eyes and saw nothing though she clearly wasn't in a very typical Sibyl mood. The wolf still wreaked from her pheromones being released so she knew that whether or not she wanted Ceon to know she was following him that she was. However, she wasn't following him out of contempt or anger, she wanted answers, confirmation of Duke's claims. She decided to see through to this, not at all liking the divisions that were clearly forming within the pack. Their humanistic tendencies were beginning to disgust her and this was why she was not at all happy or pleased, thus trailing behind Ceon in a non-threatening manner, only wishing to speak.

|| -- Exit After Ceon -- ||

((Exit: The Apartments))

It had been ages since Finn had been out of her hidey hole. Exploring the dark corners of new york with only half a field of vision was a new experiance for her, and only for the past few months had she felt comfortable enough in her newly self-balanced vision to take on the whole of the world again.

She was comfortable in taking off her helmet to display her handicap to the rest of the world. But it didn't matter, she was just as competent as the rest of the world now that she had adjusted. So help any poor soul who wanted to face her now. She sat victoriously atop a pile of garbage, as if it where a battle field and ate an ice cream, like she was enjoying the fruits of victory as she stared out into the horizons and watched the sunset.

It was a vague shuffling sound in the distance that turned her attention away from ice cream. No one other than she, the queen of the trash Heep, should be there this late at night! She quickly polished off her victory-ice-cream and lept across the distant pillars of trash to find the intruder and appropriately chase him out like the protective little puppy she was.

Finn quickly made it to the source of the noise, or the general vicinity. The bumping and rummaging sounds had stopped halfway to her destination. She went by smell the rest of the way, and was only vaguely able to catch it through the hundreds of different scents the garbage pile had to offer. The smell of last week's meatloaf smelling much better to her than it would to any normal human, she barely managed to bypass the midnight snack and keep on the track of her target... one that smelled suspiciously familiar.

She made her way to where a pool of the sent was, still smelling suspiciously familiar, she looked around the clearing of garbage and found a pile of useful knickknacks, the steel pipes looking particularly fun to play with. She picked one up and dragged it around for a bit as she continued her hunt through the clearing for the source of the mysteriously familiar sent.

"come out come out wherever you are."

She said quietly to herself like a satanic little child from a B rated horror film.

The vague sound of shuffling to Finn's right, forcing her to turn around rather uncomfortably so she could peer into the darkness with her good left eye. Slowly, like a creature stalking her pray she moved towards the solitary clanging sound that was now little more then echos in the vast heaps of trash. She brought the makeshift bludgeoning weapon to her front as she growled low and peered into the darkness to see who her intruder was.

She could barely see in the darkness of the trash-corridor with her one good eye the intruder...

It couldn't be....


"YOU!"

She cried pointing at him in absolute shock.