To the casual observer the park was no different today then any other day. Birds sang, squirrels darted up trees, and the occasional park goer jogged down the trodden paths. However, to someone who was more familiar with the parks general feel, something was off. There were not quite so many squirrels, and while the birds sang, they appeared a bit more on edge then usual. Most people were oblivious to this, as who really counted squirrels? If someone were to investigate, they may have noticed tracks that seemed canine, but were a bit too large for any normal breed. Perhaps they would have noticed tufts of fur caught in bramble, or the howling at night. However most of this could be discounted as some sort of wild dog. Unfortunately the truth was a bit more terrifying.

Wolf was curled up inside a small den he had dug out of the side of a secluded hill, sleeping off his last meal. Since his escape from the institute, he had sustained himself on rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional discarded food product left by litterbugs. The park had enough game for him to live off of. Wolf was not too picky about the prey as long as it was fresh meat. His instincts aimed him at the small game in the park, rather then the human visitors, a blessing he was not aware of. All he knew is that it was prey that was more trouble then it was worth to go after, and he was not hungry enough to risk it. Other then that it seemed ideal as territory went. There were only a few ragged remains of clothing left on him, a few rags that had not yet been torn off by branches or claws, through they were brown with dirt and bloodstains from his kills.

Sara's eyes squinted against the sun and she adjusted the rim of her old fedora so that it better shaded her face. At one time the sun wouldn't of bothered her that much but now... well... That time was a lifetime ago. The feline just learned to work around it. She then straightened her sleeveless black top that rested over old blue jeans that she'd carefully crafted a hole on the backside of, so that her tail could be comfortable and still keep her modest for society's' standards.

"Roxy..." Sara called out. The dog had treed a squi.....er... A butterfly? Funny the dog normally went after squirrels but all the same Roxy was having the time of her life. Barking madly at it while standing on her back legs. Front paws against the thick trunk of the tree. "Roxy!.." Sara had to call her a second time before the German Shepard gave up the chase and padding back to Sara. The feline bounced a tennis ball to encourage Roxy to come closer then threw it for the dog across the top of a hill. The autumn wind blowing against her back and consequently blowing the other mutant's smell away from her. Otherwise she might not of thrown Roxy's tennis ball in that particular direction so carelessly.

Wolf's siesta was suddenly interrupted as a scent blew in to the den. His eyes opened as the signals to his brain identified other predators. It triggered somewhere in the canine and feline variety, and his instinct were quickly settling on a course of action. His first instinct would have been attack, that is if there had only been one, however being outnumbered changed that, there may be more then just the two, these where only the one's he smelt. Instead he sat up, raised his head and let out a long howl, a deterrent warning that these two had entered his territory. If that did not work, he would try and chase them off, he was not hungry enough to view them as food, though there was the inherent danger that he may try to kill them if they continued to trespass. However there was also a slim human scent mixed in, which added to his hesitations to outright attack.

Roxy cleared the hill and landed just out of Sara's sight as the feline mutant followed to the top of the hill as well. Roxy was so distracted by chasing the tennis ball that the first few seconds that the howl range out, she didn't even take notice. The dog was only concerned with catching her toy. Sara on the other hand froze. Her nostrils flared the tip of her tail twitching. The sounds came from within the hill that she was standing on and the fact that Roxy stopped when she turned to look at what lurked below, tennis ball still lolling in the side of her mouth and her doggy tail still swaying behind her heals, only cemented that notion in Sara's mind.

"Roxy..." Sara moved to get the dogs attention first intending to call the dog closer then changing her mind when the dog took a hesitant step. Her tail had slowed to a stop. Sara leapt and landed fifteen feet away from the mouth of the den that with a look behind her shoulder, she could now see. "come girl." Sara said. She wasn't so much scared for herself. She could care less for herself but rather wished not to have some wild acting mutant mistake her pet as a milk bone.

With herself between the wolf mutant and her dog she was more confident again and with her back turned to the wolf mutant, though not her eyes that still kept a vigil over her shoulder, she started leading the dog to a group of trees. "We mean no harm." Sara spoke.

The predators didn't seem to take the warning, and Wolf's hackles raised as he started out of the entrance of the den. The feline one had it's back to him, causing him to pause as it directed sounds at him. It was not making eye contact with him, but seemed to be doing something, the pose was non-threatening. But they were still in his territory, and regardless, intruders were intruders. His tail was down behind him, his ears lowered to the back as he bared his teeth, uncertain of the threat, though he was slowly moving towards the two, ready to make that transition from defensive to attack at a moments notice.

The werewolf mutant started approaching them and Roxy danced right then left on Sara's other side. Sara keeping her in front of herself by shifting slightly. The dog grew nervous, but Sara's temperament stayed steady. Normally the feline mutant was known for loosing her tempter but in this situation... For Roxy she could do her best to keep her head. Still the tip of her tail twitched.

"Did you hear me." Sara said. Still tracking the werewolf mutant behind her shoulder. She was doing her best to keep the same amount of distance between them but with her back towards him, the distance still shortened. "I said that we mean no harm." Sara took a step to move Roxy. She wasn't running but she wasn't going to be the one to start a fight either. Roxy fed off of the tension emanating from the other canine resulting in a couple of nervous barks. Whining when Sara's leg brushed by her side to move her another step. It was training that kept the dog from doing something too stupid but all the same with Sara's attention divided, she knew that the situation could evolve into something else quickly.

More noises came from the feline, stirring some distant familiarity that Wolf still didn't understand. The canine was showing signs of fear that made him see the feline as the more dominant threat. She made a move, and Wolf's hackles rose again, and he let out a bigger growl. Still, they didn't seem to be budging, which was confusing for the wolf. It didn't seem that warning threats were going to be effective, leading his instincts to be ready to pounce once an opening came up. He faced down the feline, waiting for anything, a turn, a stumble, a sideways glance, the next sign of being offguard.

That growl became more prominent and Sara sighed. Anyone else might of been crapping their pants. She probably should have been taking more caution, but she wasn't going to show any signs of running. Figuring out how to get Roxy out of the situation... maybe but running could trigger something in the wolf mutant that was... counter productive? Yeah that was the phrace that Sara was going to put in her mind because she wasn't being suborn at all. "Alright so words don't do it for you." Sara said with a sigh. "Trust me you don't want to take this further." Sara warned.

Still trying to maneuver so that Roxy was on her other side the hand on the blind side from thw wolf moved to Roxy's leather leash that was hanging from her belt loop. It would rest there for now. The other reached for Roxy's dog treats. Sara went for the best when it came to Roxy and had the Jerked meats for dog treats. Hopefully Roxy wouldn't mind sharing as Sara flicked one of the treats so that it landed just in front of the wolf mutant.

As something was thrown at him, wolf instinctively backed off, dodging away in case the thing was dangerous. His attention was diverted as he investigated, sniffing cautiously at the object. He smelt meat, and despite having eaten, he couldn't pass it up if it was right in front of him. He snapped it up in his mouth and retreated back into his den, where he sniffed it further. It didn't smell like fresh meat, but it did have a unique scent to it which was made his mouth water. He chomped down on it and quickly finished it off, licking his muzzle before looking back out the entrance at the feline, less aggressively, though not quite so much as to get close to her.

The wolf like mutant took the treat and retreated back to his den looking much more animal and acting much more animal than pleased Sara. Not that it was his fault that he acted this way. Especially if he didn't understand English. But it had been a fear of Sara's for a long time that she would loose control of herself in the same fashion that she saw in front of her. She could see the remains of clothing left across him when he moved and to her, that meant that he was at one time, what some would call, civilized. It also meant that she couldn't just leave him. Animal control was a pain to deal with even if they were called accidentally. There were a number of other possibility that could happen as well. Someone could stumble across him accidentally much like she had. Or it looked as though he had been out here for a long enough time that someone had to know about him. Someone looking to make a name for themselves could come out to hunt him down. The more that Sara thought about it the more that she realized that whom ever he was, he couldn't stay here now.

Sara clipped the leather leash to Roxy's collar. The dog was tied to a near by tree in hopes that she wouldn't slip her collar and end up being one more thing for Sara to concern herself with as she dealt with the wolf like mutant. With Roxy secure and with a piece of doggy jerky resting between her paws, Sara took her phone out of her pocket and thumbed through a couple of numbers as she tried to figure out what exactly she was going to do next. Her other hand took out another one of Roxy's treats.

By the time that Sara was strolling back into the other mutant's view from outside his den, he'd finished the first piece of meat that she'd given him. The second piece was grasped lightly near her side. She wasn't going to throw it to him unless she needed to. At the same time she was pressing her limits on how close she should probably be getting to him. She crouched so that she was able to see him clearly about twenty feet from his den. "Maybe someone at the mansion would know about you..." She mumbled to herself as her thumb claw flicked her contacts across her phone's screen.

Wolf growled as the feline crouched at the entrance of his den, teeth bared and ears back as she intruded into his space again. Then he smelt more of that tasty meat she had thrown before. Territorial instincts fought with food instincts, however food ultimately won out, getting food was not easy, having it offered right in front of him was too tempting. Ears still back, he inched his way forward slowly, never taking his eyes of the feline. It was the hesitance of an animal not sure if it were walking into a trap. Still step by step, he came closer, until he was mere inches away, his muzzle open before quickly snapping the treat up and backing off again into his den, still not taking his eyes off the intruder.

The glowing box she was using looked familiar, another distant hazy recollection that danced on the edge of his mind. Then more noises, familiar sounds that still didn't hold...

"...mansion..." The word she said, surrounded by noises. Something about it struck him, something the pierced the veil for a moment, and images flashed for a second, a large building surrounded by gardens and woods. But just as quick as it came it slipped away, though for a moment his eyes widened, before he shook his head as if a clearing cobwebs from his face.

(Let me know if I have any information that you would like me to change or take out. I am open to edits.)

As long as the wolf wasn't gaining more aggression towards her, Sara wasn't changing what she was doing. She was just going to hang out along the front of the werewolf mutant's den till she finally figured out what she was going to do with him. Or until something else happened.

Now who was Sara supposed to call at the mansion. Shin was likely at work... Sam was probably on partrole and due to the timing she wasn't sure whom else would be able to safely pick up their phones. There was only one person that Sara knew whom knew a little bit about everyone and everything at the mansion. The mansions own personal medic mutant. Doc Prof. She found herself biting the lower part of her lip slightly as she sucked her lips in and waited for the phone to stop ringing on the other end and for the infamous Doc Prof to pick up.

"Hey Doc. Prof." Sara finally answered when the good Doc picked up on the other end. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about a werewolf mutant gone wild in the park?" Sara listened to Doc prof as he went on that the mansion had several wolf like mutant's in the past. "Just tell me about the resent ones." Sara snapped into the receiver on her phone. Doc prof snapped back at Sara and while she never held the phone next to her face like most people did she found herself pulling the phone even further away from her ear. "Fine. But this one is going to hurt someone if he's left out here alone." She hated saying it that way but it was the truth. "Can you send out a truck and no I don't think I'll need more than a truck." Sara said stubbornly as Doc Prof offered elephant tranquilizers. Sara might have been fooling herself there but as long as the werewolf was cooperating she'd not treat him like an animal.

The feline was making a lot of noise outside his den. Wolf sniffed about for any more of that meat, but there wasn't anymore. At this point his instincts weren't telling him to attack. He still felt the the territorial urge, and a low growl remained somewhat consistant, though the chance of more free food kept him from outright chasing her off. Still, he wasn't exactly comfortable sitting inside his den like a rabbit. He approached the entrance, though he stopped outside of reach of the feline, looking for openings to get out.

(Sorry for my own delay. Been busy this past week and not feeling well by the time I get home from work.)

Sara held the phone in front of her face. Still close enough that she could hear it but not up to her ear where her all too sensitive ears would be bothered. Meanwhile Doc Prof filled her in on the most recent inhabitants of the mansion that had wolf related mutations. One in particular matched the one before her. "Tyson." Sara called out as it looked as though the werewolf mutant was about to try to move away. Her ears flicking back and forth as she stepped backwards keeping the same distance between them but obviously where she could step in his way if he chose to try to leave in the wrong direction.

"Doc." Sara spoke into the receiver of the phone as Doc Prof had gone on about how Tyson had been at the mansion for a time but had become... Lost.... or rather how he had escaped, to put the explanation simple. Sara didn't need to hear more and it annoyed her as her ears drew back as she glanced down at the phone. "Just get a van or a truck down here. You might have to drive off of the road a bit." Sara was doing her best to think on her feet. Not sure how she was supposed to corral a large wolf without starting a fight but she was definitely going to try her damnedest.

"Tyson." Sara repeated as she started to address the werewolf like mutant. Not sure if any of what she was saying was worth her breath because of the way he was acting. "I know that you've been out here for a while now, but here isn't a home." If he had gone truly feral, Sara wasn't sure if there really was a place for him anywhere just like she feared for her own mutation changing her into... this... But he couldn't stay where he could either kill a normal person. Nor could he stay where animal control could get called on him. "I live at the mansion." Sara continued. "Let me help you." Her voice was strong, leaving no mistake that she would willingly take any nonsense, but at the same time soft.