Oliver Burton

"You are as patient as a hummingbird." Accented words expressed gruffly, along with a knowing pointed look that crossed the business man's features. She did however, seem almost disappointed at the fact that he said she was most likely going to catch a pigeon over a duck. Oh, how she reminded him of his sister when he told her one of her many 'great ideas' wasn't feasible. He felt like the very balloon popper of dreams. Oliver was a realist in every way, but for the very few the man had a soft spot for. There wasn't much he wouldn't do. He sighed, noticing her expression and hardly liking he had caused it. "After lunch, why don't we see if we can catch you your duck." He teased, although the idea of her pouncing about the park seemed quite amusing.

Oliver turned his head to look toward the pigeons who were picking at a bag of garbage. Such filthy animals. "While I can't blame them for trying to survive.. There are copious more sanitary ways to do it better." He looked away from the scavenger pigeons with a look of disgust. He himself prided in being clean, in maintaining his pristine white coat as a bear. His human form was hardly any different, with those freshly pressed expensive suits and freshly polished shoes.

She exclaimed how she wanted to try duck. "I know of the perfect place. Perhaps one day, it will be my turn to take you for lunch." Here he was making future plans. He usually avoided those at all costs, save for work events. He preferred not to get attached to anything of value, especially with hunters on his tail.

She told him where she worked on the weekends, perhaps the first bit of personal information. "I have never head of this place. Perhaps I will need to try this restaurant of yours if the fish proves itself." Speaking of fish.. enough talking and more eating. The talking could still occur in between, but his mind was wholly one sided.

The food was revealed and the pangs of hunger almost made the were bear incontrollable and hardly gentlemanly. He took no time to tear a piece of moist fish with that plastic fork, the cutlery was piled high with food. He never cared much for plastic cutlery, but today he was too hungry to care if he used a plastic fork or ate with his hands like some kind of barbarian. He stuffed his face, pleased to find how warm the fish still was. The flavor, however, was quite delicious. His eyes near light up as he truly tastes the seasoned meat. "Abby, this is delicious." He immediately dived in for a second bite, unable to hide his own eagerness for such a delectable meal. "I could eat a horse I am so famished." He muttered in between mouthfuls.

The the conversations then shifts to that question that had been on the auburn haired girl's mind. He nearly stopped chewing his food as she uttered her questions. He paused to stare at her. It was truly a doozy of a scenario. His skin nearly prickled with the potential of how poor of an outcome it could be.


His eyes narrow in disapproval. If only she had come to him sooner. How long had she been sitting on this? "By us, do you mean your family Abigail?" He inquired, curious of where this peculiar creature had come from. He wondered if she still had her family, if maybe she had known the wrenching heartache he had suffered losing his.

He drew in a steady breath considering those words. He would somehow find a way to mend this mess she had found herself in. He did feel a sense of responsibility for the assaulting were panda. "A pack is a group of weres, often lead by an alpha. Every pack is different, some can be terrible news, much like gangs. They treat members like assets and use them. You need to be very careful and very certain when you join a pack, it is one of the reasons why I've chosen to be on my own for so long. They can ask a lot from you, you need to be sure what is expected of you. You need to make sure you can trust the alpha and its members. A pack can have its uses though, like protection and safety in numbers. If you are in a good one, they can serve to protect one another. Like a family. But I know nothing of this pack you speak of. It's hard to say." Oliver very rarely ever made a uncalculated decision. It was the business man in him. The mention of family seemed to tug at his heart strings a little. How he missed them. His eyes shift from her to look at the food before them.

"How well do you know these people?" He asked with a concerning frown. What had she gotten herself into?

"I've never joined a pack. It has always been either just me or my family. I've only known them growing up. I was born a were.." the Englishman answered honestly. He seemed to feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of his family. "All that's left is my sister and I now.. but I have never joined a pack like one you've just described. To be honest, I've never heard of one.. so eclectic. I thought creatures even weres tended to stick to their own kind." He paused, thinking. He had only been asked to join one pack in his life time and at the time they were only after his money.

"Joining a pack is a serious decision, probably one of the biggest decisions you can make. Some alphas will not let you leave once you join, some are incredibly ruthless and have harsh methods you might not like. Sometimes it is safer to live a solitary life than it is to join these packs. Tell me Abby, what do you know of their leader? A pack is only as good as its alpha." His eyes narrowed in that stern way of his that said he was entirely skeptical of this deal. He hardly wanted Abby to make a mistake she couldn't get out of. The idea of being surrounded by so many weres made his head swarm with terrible outcomes to this tale. She hardly deserved such a fate. He would hate to see that sweet demeanor of become tarnished. He felt protective of the woman, she reminded him so much of his own sister. It was probably because of his overbearing nature that pushed her away. Worry entered his nutmeg hued eyes, running a hand through his hair.

"I can't let you just run off and join a random pack, it might not be safe. Will you at least let me look into it for you? Just give me a few names." He asked, stress visible upon his features. He even toyed with the handle of that fork with his thumb. Oliver never fiddled! He had people that could look into them at the very least. He might have to call in a favour to get it done in less than a day.

"It is a good thing I took the rest of the day off.." He sighed, popping another hefty bite of that fish into his mouth. At least he was too hungry to let it ruin his appetite.