Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
All right, Patrick was tall. Six foot and change, but he was harmless, dude. Look at his smile. That was a harmless smile. He didn't have any weapons in his hands. He didn't even carry a gun at his hip, though he was supposed to as a Ranger. But Patrick didn't like weapons, man. His short stint with the PD had taught him that firearms weren't for him. He was a lover, man, not a fighter, as cheesy as that sounded. He was consummately harmless, but this lady was hiding behind a tree? Man, Con would be so disappointed in him. What did you do today, Patrick? I scared a woman into hiding behind a tree, Con. Shit, man, he'd be doing his own laundry at this rate.
She bobbed her head. He stared.
Whoa, dude, did this chick not speak words? He lowered his hands. "You don't understand me, do you?" he asked. He shook his head while he asked, anticipating her answer. If it could be called an answer. Man, he had no idea, just like he had no idea what to do with a poorly dressed and speechless woman wandering the woods. Call Con? When in doubt, always call Con, man. Con adopted demon dogs, and she was a feeder. Con was the perfect person to call. Patrick had learned that over the years, man. If something was lost, had fallen out of its nest or lost its mother? Call Con.