Starting the Hunt Who: Cathair and Gabe What: Asking for help with a problem When: 9.1.12 - Just after dawn Where: Basement of Dead Until Dark Warning: None
Cathair spent every full moon at Dead Until Dark since they'd arrived in Palisades. While yes, there were few werecreatures who stood a chance against a werebear, there were many things Gabe Cooper could not do for his charges. On account of having no thumbs. Cathair, on the other hand, didn't have that fiddly issue of being forced to change. He also had invented a few magical sedatives that kept all the cursed weres who sought refuge at the bar sleeping like proverbial babies through the night. And well into the morning, but they needed the rest considering what the moon did to their bodies. Even sedated they shifted and thrashed around a bit. There was nothing to be done about it.
But Gabe would be waking up soon, so Cath had put on some coffee and settled down with a cup. He was still troubled by the Boones. As much as he wanted to give them a chance, Bill had made a good point. If they kill an innocent, the blood would be on his and the werebison's hands. Cathair understood that, but his gut was telling him there was more to this lot. While he couldn't say his instincts were always right, he was still alive for a reason. Taking a drink of his coffee, he tried to put the thoughts from his mind for now. He needed to finish this job before he moved on to another.