Who: Blake and Megan
Where: Blake's house
When: Early evening

It was not a long walk to Mr. Blake's house as it was, to say, Tad's or the public library. The scenery was certainly nice, dead trees starting to sprout leaves, birds twittering away. Despite the chill in the air, Megan did not bundle up, the sun warm enough for her. She did wear a long sleeved button up and a black vest, jeans and converse as usual. A normal girl on the cusp of childhood and adulthood except for her eyes. Her bitter mood had deepened them to a darker than usual green and would probably glow in the dark if this were a movie.

Who: Dean and Megan
Where: Marquette - The Commune
When: Late Morning-ish

Megan was perched on the back of the couch in front of the window, staring at the depressing weather outside. Big, fluffy snowflakes falling, causing snowdrifts all over. It was getting kind of deep, making it difficult to run around outside so she was stuck inside for now. Cold paws were never fun. But she should've expected this. Happened every year like clockwork. It never happened at... home. Maybe because the compound was far enough south that once spring was coming around, the weather was ready to change and the nearest body of water was the Ohio River after all.

Who: Dorian and Megan
Where: Marquette - Alexandria
When: Afternoon

After pie and drinks with Thia, Megan took the four wheeler into town, contemplating what to do next. The irony was not lost on her that in her human form, she was content to ride around in just a leather jacket and the bare essentials for winter weather covering, yet she didn't want to trot around as a wolf.

Parking the vehicle under an overhang between two buildings, she slid off and looked around. What to do... Everything was fairly empty besides the occasional person shoveling sidewalks in front of their store and Megan liked it that way.

What she liked even more was the constant quiet of the bookshop across the street in front of her.

Who: Emmit and Megan
Where: Marquette - Around Town
When: Evening

She didn't stop running, even when her lungs burned and her paws were numb from cold. She could endure it, no problem, even when she didn't have to but she was feeling off balance, sick and angry and tired and lonely and any negative emotion that you could possibly have. Although homicidal wasn't prevalent so that was a good thing at least.