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[ He's not believing any of this. Any of it. Either everyone's cuckoo or he's on some kind of drugs, and Dexter isn't certain which of those sounds more plausible. ]

Someone mind telling me where I can get a plane ticket back to Miami? I'll settle for a freighter at this point. A helicopter? Seaplane? [ Pause. ] A yacht?

I get it. First thing everyone asks is how to get home, but I'm not the kind of guy to kick up my heels and take it all for granted. Crime scenes to get to, work to do, and there's my son--he needs me.

...

How about a kayak?

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Sure whakjever you svay.

[ His texting is bad because he's already on the way to the diamond. Probably to get eaten. Action? ]

[brushy]

[ action it is! ammy is quite nearby-- she's been close to the diamond, so it doesn't require much running through the pitch black darkness to get to a place where the man was visible. plus, she had her nose! but the darkness unsettled her, made the hairs on her back stand and kept her on high alert, as if just waiting for something to show its face.

it smelled horrid. it spread throughout the whole city and it smelled horrid.

the wolf picks up the pace, sprinting. sprinting towards the man's sight. she stops in front of him, a safe distance away, not to frighten him, and barks once. she looks ahead, then back to dexter, the around them, beginning to whine-- as if to warn him. it was dangerous out here, but-- sometimes a mother's gotta do what a mother's gotta do.

her ears are pointed, twitching to the slightest sounds, and keeping her attention high. she waits for his response, but continues to look around them as a precaution. ]

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[ As soon as he'd gotten outside Dexter had decided that maybe this wasn't a great plan after all. The smell is awful, and there's noises in the distance that curdle his blood--and considering the things he's seen that's a pretty big ask.

But he freezes when he sees the animal approaching him, looking like no other animal he's ever seen - especially not in Miami. But he's hunted before, and he slides his hand into his back pocket, sliding his knife free. Eight inches, a fang-tipped hunting blade with a serrated reverse edge. He was lucky to have it.

So was this wolf the kind of creature he'd been warned about? He couldn't tell. It didn't seem to be determined to attack him, which was a start at least. And it wasn't barking the way dogs liked to bark at him. ]

Stay.

[ He sidesteps the animal, trying to circle it, not looking away, though he does glance around. He needs to find his son. If he's out here alone... ]

Harrison? You out here buddy? Come to Daddy.

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[ -- "stay". oh, absolutely!

absolutely not. not in a place like this. amaterasu sits for only seconds, watching the man, before she begins to whine again, standing back up with her long, white legs, and cautiously padding towards him, her ears folding back. she didn't want this man out of her sight, so glued to him she shall be!

harrison was the boy's name, she took-- so, ammy begins to sniff the ground for any other human scent, a newborn scent. with that knife in the man's hands, she keeps her distance, but stays close enough to attempt to show she wasn't going to hurt a single hair on his head. if anything, she was going to lick them someday.

it isn't long before amaterasu's ears pin up. she steps back, but stays in front of dexter, as to protect him. she lowers her head and snarls, the fur on her back bristling and her tail held straight out ( a sign of threat ), snow white fangs bared at the darkness ahead. ]

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[ Dexter had to admit this made it twice as difficult; facing off against this wolf while trying to get a bead on his - possibly not here at all - son. He stepped back, looking around, giving the animal more of the benefit of the doubt when it seemed like she wasn't about to attack him outright.

And then just like that her ears perked up, locking on to something in the Darkness that even Dark-Dwelling Dexter couldn't see or hear. He trusted her instincts the same as any animal would, crouching down slightly beside her, changing his hold on his knife from pointed out ahead of him to ward something off to fang-toothed, angled slightly down but held strongly in his fist, the sharp edge of the blade toward him. He didn't have teeth, but his knife was close enough as didn't matter.

And he waited, tense and anxious, anticipated whatever was moving the same way that she did, utterly wordlessly. ]