#timstamp 001.

[ofwrxth]

In the split second from the woman grabbing the gun to pointing it at them, Elliot moves between her and Isla. His only thought is of keeping Isla, and their child, safe. "Alright." He says calmly despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest in the aftermath of their altercation. His hands are raised and he nods at her. "We'll give you the meds, you ain't gotta keep waving that thing around." There's something about the way she speaks that kindles a memory at the back of his mind. The cadence is familiar, like he's heard it back in town. Visser. The name prompts a series of memories from years ago. "You're a Visser." He says, mentally cursing at their luck. He'd have had better luck running into Jack out here.

Elliot resists the urge to look back at Isla, already interpreting her tone and inferring what sort of expression she's making. But he doesn't turn to look at her, eye firmly trained on the gun as he nods at the other wolf. "I think this is a misunderstandin' – some of your pack is back where we are." He gestures at himself and Isla behind. "I can give you more information, but Ima ask you to lower that. I ain't gonna do anything." Elliot moves slowly, spotting his discarded pack on the floor beside him. "I'm just gonna kick this over to you, alright?" She seems more of a pull the trigger first-ask questions later sort so he makes his movements as deliberate as possible to send the pack sliding across the floor. @gloriouswhispers

violence is the same breathing to a visser wolf. taught in the same way as first steps and no denouncement of the pack can rid of it. fi might be slowed from her wound, but every ounce of adrenaline pushes her through the pain and discomfort. and every punch that the other wolf lands is met by a grit of her teeth and a return of her own fists. it's a thrashing between the two of them, moving like a blur through the small space that constricts the damage they both intend to do to one another.

she loses the upper hand quickly, collapsing with the other in a frustrated yell of anger and defeat. and she can do nothing but tense at the punches to her stomach, shouting out in both pain and a rage that she hopes to harness. it's automatic for her to reach for the gun, fingertips splaying to inch herself closer but then she's brought up again. and when her back collides to the shelves, she's reminded of her wound. but she can't stop.

fi charges again at full speed. fast enough where she relies on his instincts to prepare himself. it's only the last second before impact that she lets herself drop to the ground so she can slide for the gun. retrieving the weapon with the distinctive click as she sweeps the aim between the two wolves. her breaths are sharp, every bruise and break ignited through her body. 'i have silver bullets!' she shouts, coarse and raw as she studies the two of them and her finger hovers over the trigger. 'i just want fucking meds!' another furious yell to demand their attention is kept to her, as her free hand places over her painful waist. 'you will give me them, the ones you took.' she waves the gun towards the woman's bag. 'and i will leave and no one dies. yes?' fi's eyes lock with a sternness to the man, a fidget of her gun in her hold as she blinks. and blinks again. 'you.' she nods to him, voice as firm as her eyes. 'i know you.' her mind is flashing through certain memories, dissecting the years of alone compared to the lesser time spent with others. it takes a moment, before revelation only hardens her gaze further along with the grip of the gun. 'colorado.' fi prompts him to remember because for her, it was the beginning of the end. 'cross.'