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Nash rocked back on the tavern stool with an over exaggerated yawn, rubbing the tiredness from his remaining emerald eye. "What a long day," he complained, taking a swig from his mug of water, trying to ignore the fact that he wished it were an ale.

"That dog my father got the other day? Useless." He threw up his arms before half leaning against the bar table. "Hey, Sonny can I get a refill?" Nash interrupted his own story to slide his mug towards the keeper of the tavern, and close friend since he'd been old enough for the other omega to sell him ale.

"We lost three more chickens during the night," he continued, running a hand through his fiery red locks. "If he'd just let me go after whatever it is that's killing our livestock, we wouldn't be losing anymore money."

A heavy sigh left the red head as he leaned back again, bringing his gaze to Vex beside him. "He hasn't let me shift since this." Nash pointed to the patch over his right eye. "I've been going to the cellar during the full moon. It's been pretty good so far, but I worry about being in the house. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my parents, you know?"