caleb's wife.

[Marrick Fisher] (let's see how coherent she is today...)

[Marrick Fisher] It was hard notifying the appropriate parties when you didn't know anyone. Or, rather, if you knew people via the tiniest bits of information. Figuring out who Caleb's packmates were (Or, for that matter, figuring out Caleb's name at all) had been a royal pain in the ass. It took legwork.

At any rate, all those thoughts aside, the blonde Fury was coming up the stairs with the expressed intention of going home and getting some sleep... which, for her part, did not sound like that appetizing of a prospect. The Fury had things to do. She had miles upon miles to go before she would sleep and, as far as she was concerned, she would run until she had nothing left to give. Until her body collapsed and begged for rest.

At which point, her mind would say fuck you and would push for another few hours until her will gave out.

Luckily, right now, that had no bearing on her conversation or the topic at hand, because now she was trying to find one of Caleb's packmates. She started at door 1 and made her way down the hall. Then, when nothing came from the first room, she tried Lukas'.

[Wyrmbreaker] There's no response from within the room. However, a moment later, the door opens.

It's nearly four in the morning but Lukas looks only a little tired. Mostly, he looks clear-eyed, expectant, his dark eyebrows raised. He recognizes her, though only barely. It takes him a moment to bring the name to mind.

"Marrick Bones-to-Dust." He lets the door open a little more, leans his bare shoulder to the jamb, crosses one ankle over the other where he stands. He's in his loungewear: loose drawstring pants, no shirt. He has a few scars, none of them terribly remarkable, and he's friendly enough, though perhaps a little puzzled to see her there. "What can I do for you?"

[Marrick Fisher] She recognized him, if only because they shared a living space. He might have been in the bathroom shaving while she was washing her hands or, occasionally, she was on the couch while he was coming in or going out. They had all the familiarity of mid-semester dorm buddies.

Which was to say- he didn't know Marrick and she didn't know him, but they almost knew each other's names and that was good enough.

"Hey, uh... can I talk to you?... like, not in the hall?"

Interesting fact about Marrick Fisher number one: she was from Oklahoma. Which meant that she sounded like a reformed Texan. I's were more Ah. And she had been awake awhile, and the more tired she got the more pronounced her speech patterns became.

[Wyrmbreaker] More than a little puzzlement now. A beat of hesitation, and then he relents, stepping back to let her into his private room. "Sure."

Lukas shuts the door behind Marrick. His is one of the few single rooms in the Brotherhood: a barely-furnished, assiduously neat affair. His bedspread is rumpled, but only because he was sitting on it. His laptop is open, but when he retakes his seat at the edge of the bed he shuts it, motioning Marrick into the desk chair.

"What's up?"

[Marrick Fisher] She wasn't good with words. Not at all. She didn't string together beautiful stories and she didn't inspire others to absolute greatness with rousing speaches. Whatever good Marrick Fisher did, she did with actions. Because they did not need her to speak for them.

That being said, her actions brought her into a near stranger's room and sat her in a desk chair. Her posture was straight, and her presence was undeniable. All Rage and notable Furies and strength. "Yer Caleb's packmate, right?"

When that was affirmed, she continued.

"I don't know if he tol' you but... a few days ago.." out with it, Bones. "His wife was killed. Me an' Boy helped him track the place down and... Trail looked cold, clues pointed to Detroit."

She inhaled, and then continued.

"Anyway, me an' Boy an' some other Uktena, think he went by Nightcrawler or somethin', got on the trail again and dealt with things..."

Silence.

"Guess I'm comin' by t'see if you know how he's holdin' up. Need to have her buried and all that and I wanted t'see if there's anythin' I can do to help."

[Wyrmbreaker] His wife was killed.

Up until then Lukas had been listening attentively, a little quizzically, waiting for Marrick to tell him why she was here. When those four words drop from her mouth, Lukas's face changes: darkens like a storm, closes on itself.

He hasn't seen Caleb for days. The Theurge's presence is clear on the totem link, but dark; he says nothing, has not come to the Brotherhood, has stayed on his own land, silent. Lukas assumed he was involved in some mystical ritual, some spiritual rite. Lukas assumed his wife, who Lukas has never met but knows through Caleb's love for her, and through her scent all over the rustic cabin Caleb lives in, was alive and well, hearty and hale.

He never suspected, not for a second.

Gradually he realizes Marrick's still speaking. He tunes back in. She's saying: ...and dealt with things. By the end Lukas is frowning. He leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together, his mouth pressed to his thumbs. A moment's worth of silence passes.

Then, "My pack owes you a great debt of honor. We are grateful for what you have done on Caleb's behalf. He's grieving, understandably. But if you show me where to find his mate's remains, I'll see to it that she's properly buried."

[Marrick Fisher] She catched the change in expression; she had no idea about this man. Truth be told, Caleb had been the first Fang she had ever met. And she met him in the most horrible of circumstances. She looked at him, brows knit and the Fury wore her expressions openly. She was concerned; of course she would be.

Because, truth be told, when they were looking for Ana Eliza she wasn't thinking about her. she was thinking about home.

But Marrick was a stranger, and Lukas was a stranger. And the blonde's thoughts of home and his musings on his packmate were lost on one another. She reached up and pushed her hair back behind one of her ears.

"We c'n see to that," she said. "Me an' Boy can take you where it all went down."

["Burn it," she remembered. "And salt the fucking earth if you have to."

It made Marrick's stomach turn. And reminded her that she still needed to go to sleep tonight]

"If there's anytthing you guys need, let us know?"

[Wyrmbreaker] "Thank you," Lukas replies. He means it, and she can tell, but he has not a little pride; perhaps Marrick can also tell he will not ask for their help again in this matter. "You've done a lot for us already. We won't forget."

He means that, too.

Then he's getting to his feet because the brief chat seems over. He hardly has to show her out when the door is half a room away, but in this Lukas is unfailingly polite as well. Another question occurs to him: "You and Boy -- you're packmates?"

[Marrick Fisher] Were she and Boy packmates?

The fact that she had to think so hard on such a simple question said something. Because, once upon a time, that question wasn't complicated. Once upon a time, she had the answer for this. She could have said He's my Alpha and been done with it. The brief chat was over, and she was getting to her feet because the conversation was over.

But, were she and Boy packmates.

"He's my brother," she said. And for a second, one might think it odd that a Fury would put so much pride and reverence on that thought.

Someone also might think it odd that, once upon a time, a Shadow Lord was packed with a predominantly Silver Fang pack.