"Yep. Curious." Creed rose to his full height. Took only one long stride of his powerful legs to reach her. The tip of his finger slid along the chain that held the tag around her neck. "I've heard about you." Carefully he tapped the metal with the tip of his claw. "Never got a name though."
Giving the chain a little tug he smirked and chuckled. Then plopped back down on the bench.
"Got yerself in a bit of a pickle here, sweetheart. Logan seems ta think yer harborin' his last peice of ass." He had no reason ta be nice about it. So he wasn't. "Got him thinkin' maybe you all were behind the mysterious goings on." Again a hearty chuckled rattled around his throat. "Bit a trouble comin' yer way if ya know what I mean."