WHO: Malia Tate and Hope Mikaelson WHAT: A werewolf run-in WHEN: Early Sunday morning WHERE: A greasy-spoon sort of diner downtown WARNINGS: TBD, probably not STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
It was Sunday morning, one of the days when Malia liked to hunt her rabbits so that they were fresh for sale on Monday. She woke up early and took a shower, then made her way down to a favorite hole-in-the-wall diner for bacon, eggs and pancakes before going out to the woods. The run and the hunt took a lot of energy, so there was caffeine too, of course - everything she needed to run for several hours in the woods.
This morning, like all Sunday mornings, the place was crowded, so she sat down at the counter beside a brunette girl she'd seen on the network but didn't know well. She didn't say anything until a few bites in when what she was smelling finally made sense and she turned to her with surprise.
"You're a werewolf. Other stuff too. But definitely a werewolf."
There werne't that many girl werewolves around, and Malia was surprised she'd missed her.