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{I am going to do a TOTAL revamp of this page}

It's going to end up being multi-muse, with the central being Brie Bishop (Felicia Day).

Then her sister Chloe (Molly C Quinn):

And their grandmother Evie (Dale Dickey):

I will fix up this page and get a history up ASAP.

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"Really? A ginger joke? What are you, twelve? I'm sorry for not laughing, but I left my sense of childish humor in year seven" Sophie said with a bit of a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. Everything about him screamed wolf, but she wasn't going to let him get her hackles up over a stupid joke.

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Whatchu want ginger? Some sunscreen?

-Grins-

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I am sorry that things are so messy right now. I REALLY need to fix it up.

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As she came closer, Toulouse regarded her with caution, pulling Tristan further into his lap as he watched her mind her movements. He was quiet as he listened to her speak. A faint smile at the small anecdote about the girls grandmother. He was still cautious with other’s around his son. Usually he’d have to know a person himself before he introduced them to Tristan, unsure of who he could trust here and there.

“Je vois…” So she was a wolf herself. Toulouse took that into understanding, and he cleared his throat. “Je suis désolé, je ne suis pas un loup. Mon fils est…” He nodded, looking to his son in his lap, Tristan sneezing lightly, the tiny nose wrinkling up as he did it.

Toulouse murmured the small words to his son one would after sneezing, hoping that wasn’t a sign of him getting sick. “Allons-nous vous sortir fo le froid, petit d’amour?” he asked, already set on doing so. “Enchanté, Sophie. Je m’appelle Toulouse et mon fils est Tristan.”

Sophie stood rather stiffly, tugging at the fur around her wrists and rolling the wool of her mittens between her fingers. The poor thing... Either he was bitten or he was a half-breed. Even still, she had never seen a father more protective of his child. More... Loving.

"Santé" she whispered when the baby sneezed, more of habit than anything. But she just continued smiling. 

"Tristan. I like that name... He's so adorable. I think that's the only thing I miss from home. The pups." She shifted her weight between her feet, kicking a bit of snow. "Do you think... Maybe, could I get you some hot chocolate? Maybe cookie or something? I just... I haven't seen any others in forever. Mémé said that there was a pack here... Her family. But we haven't been able to find anyone. But..." she looked down at Tristan with a sad smile. "If you don't want me close, I can understand..."

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“Arrrrgh-” Toulouse playfully growled at Tristan as he gently bit on his chubby cheeks. The toddler’s giggles never ceasing, Toulouse took joy in that, to know that he was the one that was causing those joyful noises. In turn, Tristan gummed lightly on his papa’s chin, his spittle on the young father’s chin, Toulouse could do nothing but laugh. He rolled over to his back, holding Tristan in the air above him, as if he was lifting weights he brought the boy down to kiss him before lifting him up in the air. “Ahh- papa aimer Tristan, sais-tu, mon petit coeur? Sais-tu combien ton papa t’aime, mon petit loup?” Toulouse then sat up with his boy, Tristan’s snow boots on the dancer’s pants as he gave his papa the sweetest kisses on his lips an eight month old could give to their parent.

“Oh my precious… my own heart, I love you most, sais-tu?” Toulouse asked, looking at him. Seeing his boy nodding, he grinned. “C’est mon garcon, c’est mon petit garcon!” He brought him close then to his chest, keeping him tight as he did so. This little boy being the only reason he’d been holding everything together so well with what he was dealing with. Tristan was his strength.

Sighing out lightly, he rested his chin atop Tristan’s hat clad head, eyes fixing on a girl he saw not far, not very far at all making her way over, and he grew uneasy. Those nightmares having aided in making him as cautious as he was.

'Mon petit loup'. She couldn't help but smile at that. Her mémé called her that too, even now that she wasn't so small. It took her a moment to sort through the sudden flood of pleasant memories overcoming the bad ones to really realize the implications of what had been said.

Sophie couldn't help but smile. The baby was a wolf! Oh, how adorable. A little pup. Why did this put her at ease? His dad was still so gentle with him... But as soon as she approached he'd get protective, wouldn't he?

She was only a few feet away now. Oh no...

"E-em..." she whispered then cleared her throat, pulling her hood back from her head. She smiled warmly at them and gave the baby a little, mittened wave. "C'est ce que ma Mémé m'appelle. Même si je ne suis pas un petit loup plus. Je suppose que vous ne pouvez pas empêcher les gens que vous aimez de vous voir une certaine manière" she laughed quietly. "Je ne veux pas vous faire de mal... Je m'appelle Sophie et j'ai été à la recherche d'autres pour un temps très long."

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“Voulez-vous aller sur le toboggan avec papa?” Toulouse had asked Tristan with a grin spread on his lips. Looking to the little boy, only a few more months before his son was a year and his walking had gotten so much better in the last month. Tristan giggled, looking up at his papa, the toddler grinned a small toothy grin that matched his papa’s. Tiny legs began to run towards the jungle gym set, as if challenging his papa to race with him. It was adorable really, he was so small, and Toulouse’s legs wouldn’t be hard to catch up to him.

“Je vais te chercher, petit!” Toulouse called out playfully, running after Tristan, the little boy continued to run, now the jungle gym wasn’t on his mind as he made his way towards the clearer area so that he’d have more room to run about and play with his papa. “Je vous ai eu!” Toulouse called out, swooping up the little boy in his arms he began to pepper his face in kisses. A fit of laughter erupted from his little one, and Toulouse gently fell on to the snow with Tristan atop him, still kissing his son wherever his lips could do so.

Sophie just watched them. Really watching them. No wolf was ever like that with his kid... At least, none that she knew. They were rough and harsh and quick to correct any disobedience. The scars weren't so old that she couldn't remember those lessons. She smiled as they laughed, pulling at the fur around the cuffs of her coat. Was that how fathers really acted?

She didn't want to interrupt him. She didn't want to approach him and turn this beautiful scene into a monster movie. Mostly, she didn't want to frighten the beautiful baby boy running about in the snow with no care in the world.

There was supposed to be a pack in Paris, right? He would know... No. Don't bother him. But she was already walking toward him. Just keep walking. He won't even notice. She pulled her hood tighter around her head, strands or ginger hair falling in front of her face. She was so close now. She could smell him.

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Sophie couldn't help but follow the young man and the toddler. She didn't seem terribly out of place at the park, just another teenager enjoying the sun. But the full moon was soon, and her senses were heightened. She could tell another of her kind was close. Somewhere...

It had to be him. That young man... Who else would it be? He had caught her attention a few days before. A young father... The poor man. Coping with this and a child. She wanted to just go up and talk to him! She wanted to ask him questions and know how things worked. Did he have a pack? Were there others around? He had to know, right?

But instead, she hung back. Slipping in and out of small crowds. Nervous.

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"Hello" Sophie returned with a cheerful smile. "I like your hair."

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“Hello!” Alice said cheerfully. She was in such a good mood at the moment that she couldn’t seem to feel shy.