[luckily between the snow and the isolation, there's enough pockets here and there for them to get lost among for the sake of ... well, everyone else. so Peter tells Isaac to herd Scott to what he calls a "rendezvous" point, which is somewhere between two stone walls that could have been a back ally at one time. the whole place reeks anyway, but Peter never gives it more than a passing glance. the wild life is strange, and the putrid scent of ash and rot aren't something that the snow can destroy, only mask.
becoming an alpha came with a whole lot of weight. not, of course, that he didn't think Scott could handle it. Scott had a weird way of flying by the seat of the pants in almost everything he did. it worked for him. well, as much as it really could work for him. the stress was enough to break anyone, and Scott managed a whole lot of it.
Peter's there, rolling up his sleeves to his elbow.]
So, I heard you're having problems. Ah ah ah—I'm not telling who gave you away. That would be a dick move.
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becoming an alpha came with a whole lot of weight. not, of course, that he didn't think Scott could handle it. Scott had a weird way of flying by the seat of the pants in almost everything he did. it worked for him. well, as much as it really could work for him. the stress was enough to break anyone, and Scott managed a whole lot of it.
Peter's there, rolling up his sleeves to his elbow.]
So, I heard you're having problems. Ah ah ah—I'm not telling who gave you away. That would be a dick move.