Who: Mir Fortunatov and Scott McCall Where: The preserve When: Week 1, Monday night. Why: Patrolling the preserve, bro time, talking about Sunday's auction, and conquests. Warning: Crude language; more to be added.
Mir leaned against his car as he checked his watch again. Scott was only two minutes late, Mir should cut the kid some slack. Okay technically he was not a kid to Mir, who was only a few year older, but still the other was younger. He looked at his watch again, three seconds had past. It would be a nice chance to talk to Scott who, like him, was not born whole werewolf. Scott had been turned and Mir had a werewolf father and human mother. They were much more alike then Mir and Derek were.
He didn't mind patrols were actually fun. Running through the woods, chasing stray creatures, it was relaxing at times. It was just with a new slave at home Mir was just being nervous. Jenn would be a good girl and stay put until he came back. He looked at his watch again as he heard a sound from his left and put his hands in his pockets leaning back again.
"You are late Scott." He called out, crossing his legs. "The patrol is from 10 to 2." he smiled at the other came into view.