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Regan smiled softly at Mariusz as he offered to help with his request. “You are more than welcome to come and help me with planting them. The mansion will cover the cost of the supplies, but I’ll be happy to have the company when they come in if you want.” Regan liked her quiet time in the greenhouse, but she always welcomed others to come and learn or help her out, taking care of the greenhouse was a lot of work some days and the company would be appreciated.

Her attention was then turned to Jacob as he mentioned that he was looking for plants that would bring in some color and be able to withstand some possible abuse. She giggled slightly and nodded her head at him. “I will have to do some thinking on that one. There are a lot of nice flowers that could bring in the color, but most plants are not meant to take a beating.” She jotted down on her notepad to look into which plants would best survive in Jacob’s shop and get them delivered eventually.

She then turned back to face Mariusz as he questioned where they should head to next. She wasn’t sure herself, there wasn’t really much left to show in the dark. “I don’t think there really is much left to show, but I’m open to suggestions.”

Regan’s feline ears flicked forward as she head the culprit start talking. Her emerald eyes fixated on the form on the floor. Her heart was still mildly pounding in her chest as she watched the blond woman adjusting her skirt and then promptly started searching for something like nothing had happened. Regan cocked her head to the side in curiosity at the woman. How could you get tossed off a couch and not want to find out what had thrown you first?

Cautiously, Regan moved forward towards the woman, still on all fours. She gingerly moved next to the woman who was busy fishing around under the sofa. As she crawled over, her furry hand landed on an odd shape. Looking down she spotted a smart phone and assumed that this was what the blond must be looking for. She picked it up carefully and tapped the blond woman on the shoulder with a clawed finger. “Um, excuse me, is this what you are looking for?” she asked softly, her voice filled with notes of her Irish accent as she spoke.

The male below had heard her it seemed since he was now staring right at her. Dammit! Why did she have to be an animal, and of all animals, a predator on top of that, it wasn’t fair. She slinked back in the tree to try and pull herself away from his view and to make a flying leap to the next tree when he acted relieved. Obviously this guy was either a mutant himself or one of the humans that didn’t fear them.

Still poised and ready to make a run for it, Regan stopped and looked back down at him, slightly curious, but still very cautious, it could be a trick after all. She didn’t say a word, just stared at him with frightened eyes. Then he asked if she knew Butterfly and it made her tilt her feline head to the side, a flicker of curiosity in her emerald eyes. She nodded slowly but didn’t speak to him. She wondered how he knew that Butterfly was her friend and how he knew about Butterfly.

Regan’s green eyes continued to scan the area below her for any signs of movement. She could hear the sounds of a creature feasting on something, but she couldn’t pin point its location thanks to the wind. The tree swayed and she had to dig her claws into the branch she was perched on in order to keep herself from falling. Her long tail was rigid and it twitched with every little movement of the tree, ever keeping her balance.

Finally some movement caught her eye down on the ground. Some sort of winged creature had emerged from a pile of branches below. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to make out what the heck was below her. The creature was mostly feline looking but it had wings and bird like front claws. What the hell was that?

Heart pounding in her chest, she gulped as the creature was now backing up against the tree she was perched in, and it did not sound happy. It knew she was there, not exactly where she was, but it sensed her presence. She heard the low growl emanate from the creature and it sent a shiver up her spine. How the hell was she going to get out of this one?

Jumping down was not an option, and trying to leap to another tree was out of the question since the creature could fly, it would have the advantage in the trees. Adrenalin was pumping through her veins, it was fight or flight, and there was no way she was going to be able to out run a flying creature in this state, nor would she be able to fight it like this. The saber tooth sensed her plight and pressed against her mind, trying to take over to protect herself. Regan shook her head and tried to push her feral self to the back of her mind, but the more she tried, the more it pushed back, if that beast spotted her, there was no way she was going to be able to contain her own beast.

Enjoying the breeze ruffling her fur, Regan let out a soft sigh. Right now she was at peace. Things weren’t perfect, but things weren’t too bad either. The outdoors just made her heart feel lighter and she didn’t feel all the pressures of the world and the constant fear of the people of the city. It was just quiet and calm up in her tree, alone in the woods.

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Well she was alone up until now anyways. Regan’s ears perked up as she heard the crunching of snow underfoot and her emerald eyes quickly darted in the direction that it was coming from. She spotted a male figure in the snow and he was heading directly for her tree.

Feeling a slight twinge of panic flutter through her chest, Regan remained motionless on her perch in the tree. She watched the male closely as he came forth and pulled out a knife to start carving into her tree. She wasn’t very happy about that, but she supposed that she didn’t really own the tree, she just really liked it.

It was long until he finished his carving and she curiously leaned forward a little trying to get a better look. The male then picked up a stick and started to whittle the end of it into a point. She squeezed her clawed hands around the branch she was perched on and dug her claws in slightly, she was now starting to worry that if he spotted her, he might just try and use that stick as a weapon, and that would end very badly for the unknowing male below her. But now she was stuck in this tree, if she tried to make an escape, he would easily see her and her mutation.

It was a crisp winter’s day and Regan was off of work from the shop and the greenhouse so she decided to go for a walk in the woods like she usually did with most of her free time. She dressed in her faded blue jeans and her olive green tank top, along with her black combat boots and her black hooded sweater to help cover her up. She left the mansion and headed back out into the woods for a leisurely walk. She pulled the black hood over her feline ears to help cover her head and face in case someone took a passing glance, they wouldn’t really notice her feline features through the trees.

She came upon her favorite tree in the wooded area. It was a large and old tree with many branches and knots for her to dig her claws into. She quickly dropped down to all fours and playfully ran towards the tree. With a well-planned leap, she jumped up onto the trunk of the tree and dug her claws into the thick bark. She quickly climbed her way up the tree to one of the top branches and perched there in the sun, quietly watching the critters of the forest playing and listening to the sounds of the city off in the distance.

Listening to Tses go on about how Amber and her were part of a club and how she didn’t want or need help made Regan throw up her hands in pure exasperation. What was she supposed to do? Nothing was getting through to this girl, their kindness; their concern for her wellbeing was just a joke to her. What the hell was wrong with this girl that people reaching out to her was treated with such hostility?

Regan rubbed her face with her clawed hands and turned away from the two females. She honestly had nothing to say at this point. She was frustrated and angry. She wanted to grab Tses by the shoulders and just shake the hell out of her, but really what good would that do at this point? That girl was so far gone in her sorrow and misery that she would just lash out again and end up in them fighting once again, and this time Regan might not be able to keep her saber tooth in check.

Pacing was the only thing that Regan could do at this point, her tail twitched about behind her, clearly showing her agitation of the situation. She listened as Amber still tried to reach out and help Tses in some way or another, giving her different routes for finding some help. Regan shook her head as she kept pacing, didn’t Amber see how pointless this was? She was wasting her breath and her precious words on a stubborn girl who wanted none of it. Regan respected her for trying though, it was admirable of her to keep going where Regan just wanted to walk away and let the girl wallow in her self-pity. You can’t help someone who doesn’t want it and you can’t offer strength to someone who isn’t willing to fight. Now Regan wasn’t one to walk away from someone who needed her help, but when someone needed help and defiantly refused to accept any sort of it was a waste of her time, time that she could be using to help someone who actually wanted it, someone who would actually appreciate the energy she was using right now to try and give Tses a fighting chance in this cruel world by offering her some friendship, offering her someone she could look to in times of need, but instead it was being thrown back in her face, and in Amber’s face too.

Still fuming over the current situation, Regan finally turned back around to face the women but stayed back a few feet behind Amber. She dropped down to sit in a squat position on her haunches and rested her elbows on her knees. He green eyes darted back and forth from Tses to Amber and back again, silently watching their body language and listening to them talk. Maybe having her stay back in a non-threatening position and just shutting up, Amber could get through to Tses and finally make some sense of all this chaos.