At first they seem to only be wrapped up in each other. It's interesting to watch two Were creatures get to know each other for the first time. Almost like being in a zoo. The girl at least has clothes on, though I'm not saying I wouldn't mind looking. The boy doesn't seem worried enough to grab clothes, at least not yet. He glances toward her side, mumbling something about it not being bad. At least that's what I'm guessing he's trying to say. He's not all that good at talking, but then, what would you expect from someone who spends most of their life in animal form?

The boy moves closer, pointing at her side before he daringly lifts her shirt for himself and touches her skin. I lift a brow, my smirk growing. Such a curious little kitten, isn't he? The girl responds as I figured, grabbing his hand and stepping back though she's not as harsh as I thought she might be. What, no biting? No punches or slaps? There goes my day. The girl offers to show the boy somewhere to get food. I guess she noticed his skinny composure.

The boy looks toward me, though he hardly seems interested. I wasn't actually expecting them to rush me in gratitude but he could at least pretend I exist. I watch with intrigue as he grabs some clothes, throwing on some jeans before he starts fumbling around in his pockets. I tilt my head, watching with amusement. Finally he finds a piece of crumbled paper and walks toward me. My eyes narrow, wondering what he's got. At his comment, I snort softly.

"Well it isn't my fault you have sensitive cat ears."

None the less, I hold my hand for the piece of paper he holds out, taking a good look at the two boys in the picture. It's easy to see that the younger one is the boy right in front of me. The other one though....something about him makes me think he must be another Were creature. Maybe it's the look in his eyes, that almost feral gaze that all of them seem to share. The boy before me points at the older one in the photo, telling me he's looking for him and asking if I've seen him. He even says please. I scowl before looking back at him and shrugging.

"I can't say I've seen this boy, per say, but I can tell you you're not the first feline I've come across in the city. Earlier tonight, I saw what looked like a panther in an alley on the other side of town. Not saying it's him but it was defintely another Were."

I don't know if it'll help him but at least I'm not completely useless. Meanwhile the girl walks over to me purposely. Raising a brow, I glance at her but her hand reaches out, leaving a red mark across my pale cheek. I stare at her for a second, as if making sure she just did that before my canines poke out and a growl of sorts drips from my lips. At her comment, my eyes narrow.

"Sorry, honey, but you're not in charge of where my eyes go and that will never change. I didn't see you saving yourselves. Looked like you were too busy running from my angle."

I cross my arms again, glaring at her. If she were another vampire, I'd have my hand around her throat right now and if she were a human, well, she definitely wouldn't be standing there still. She'd be bleeding out from the throat. Luckily for her, Were blood is utterly disgusting and I refuse to indulge, even if just to see the look on her face. As it were, I know attacking her might just result in the boy helping her out and I don't feel like killing off both the people who will owe me at a later date. She offers to help the boy and I hand the photo back to him, figuring I've done my part for now. At least I pointed him in the right direction. I straighten up and turn toward the door.

"Well, you kiddies have fun on your panther hunt. I've got other fish to fry, not literally of course."

I give them both a grin as I head for the exit.