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rachel (au),
tobias

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December in Kansas is nothing like December in California.

Translation: Rachel is freezing.

And also in the meadow she's been sleeping in for weeks with Tobias, rolling up her sleeping bag and packing a backpack.

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<Can't argue with that,> Tobias says with a mental chuckle. <You want to head into town? I can catch up after I've had breakfast.>

They're not far away, but it's far enough that she won't get there before him without morphing, even if he does stop for a bite.

Rachel smiles and nods again, looking up at him. "Happy hunting."

Tobias sweeps over and flies off, but it isn't long before he's had breakfast and is slowly beating his way back toward town, eyes scanning the ground for signs of Rachel's passing.

There's nothing to be seen.

Other than the sock tied on the railing of that one building. Almost like a sign of some sort.

If he had lips, Tobias would probably smile. As it is he glides in for a gentle landing on that railing and looks around, eyes sharp.

There's a dirty window to the right. Someone from inside that had been looking for movement would probably notice a hawk flying in.

Which is why Rachel opens the door wide and nods her head toward the inside. "There's a chair that looks pretty sturdy."

He bobs his head and maneuvers awkwardly through the door. Red tailed hawks aren't precisely large birds, but his wing-span's over three feet, so it's not precisely an easy task.

Still, he manages, and he lands heavily on the chair he hopes she means.

It doesn't splinter under his talons, so it'll do. Rachel is nearby in any case, hair pulled back in case he needs a shoulder.

Her sleeping bag has already been set up, clothes hung in a musty closet, backpack open. The room itself is musty, dusty, dirty, but Rachel looks surprisingly content with it.

Then again, it has walls. That's a big improvement.

Tobias' head scans back and forth once he's sure he's not about to be dumped on the floor.

<Not bad,> he eventually decides.

Of course Tobias hasn't lived inside in over three years now, so he's not precisely an expert.

"Just like the Hilton," Rachel replies with a smirk. Hands settle on her hips and she tilts her head to the side, thoughtful. "I think I'm going to go get some food. Do you need anything?"

He almost offers to go with her, but sometimes, he knows, she needs her privacy.

<No. I'm fine, thanks.> He lets his eyes slide closed. <I think I'll take a nap. Wake me when you get back.>

Fingers brush his wing, gentle.

"I will. Back soon."

She'd thought about going to one of the kitchens, getting soup or something. But if he's going to sleep... well, then she's going to hunt.

It's not something he'd ever admit. Or even recognize, really. But Tobias likes when she hunts. It... proves he's not all that crazy. He likes the way he is.

And, in some ways at least, she likes it too.

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