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[tactical_alert]

[The streets of the city are always made a little safer by the police force, out to catch whoever is seen breaking the laws of the land. And, of course, there are those who don't trust the police at all, whether thinking they are agents of another force working within the city to turn a blind eye, or are power-hungry thugs, or are trying to shut out perfectly legitimate businesses (and by legitimate it usually means highly illegal). Malcolm takes to his job with pride no matter what the circumstances, but lately, he hasn't thought terribly much of all the inattention that's been given to the missing children, snatched from the streets.

Through the days he can be seen out in the streets, patrolling stiffly, head held high, with Izzati faithfully by his side. He looks into complaints, claims of misdeeds, incidents that need a firm hand of the law to step in.

More and more lately he's been seen hanging about the worse parts of town, filled to the brim with the poor and the destitute, where he's heard more than a few tales of children gone missing. He also finds more and more that he (or his kind, he's heard from a few rude mouths about his daemon and his uniform) is not welcome here. So he goes after hours, in the dusk, in plainclothes, sniffing both literally and figuratively for any information.

And sometimes he simply just needs to put up his feet in a pub for a quiet round while Izzati tries to chat people up for him.]

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[canfindrope]

Red shouldn't even be outside the college walls. Rube, though - her wolf, her daemon - has been more insistent of late. It's as if he senses the trouble in the air; as if he expects something to happen... and wants her to be a part of it. She certainly wouldn't be surprised, considering their shared love of adventure. even if Rube was the only one who seemed willing to do something about it.

Anyway. When the wolf smells another canine, he hurries toward sniffing Izzati out.]

[tactical_alert]

[She can sense her human's growing frustrations of the past few days. And she knows that they'll simply subside again. He gets so stuck on these moods some days, and his mission to uncover the mystery of the missing children has only intensified them as of late. She can only continue to help him, and maybe get him to open up just a little to the people around him.

So wrapped up in her thoughts, maybe she has her moods, too. The smell doesn't even register; there are wolves around just as there are bats and cats and rats. But it's the sound that gets her attention, hurried paws on the street, and her perked ears swivel along with her head. Where is that...]

'Hey!'

[Her hackles rise, surprised, not caring for the sudden intrusion of a wolf in her face. But maybe there's a problem. Maybe someone needs help.] 'Excuse me, but is something the matter?'

[canfindrope]

'You mean other than my too boring partner?' [Rube glances back at Red, still catching up.] 'Maybe you can tell me.'

[Most canines are involved with either servants or police in his experience. Either way, they must know more than him.

More than Red, too, the way she spends her time cooped up. Never really going out. It's enough to drive him wild, and her too even if she won't admit it. They both need answers.]