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There is a saying in some cultures- as the days begin to lengthen, the cold begins to strengthen. It's true in England, or at least the England of Harry Wells' day. The wind that follows him through the door from another day of working with the Slayers is proof enough of that. He closes the door swiftly behind him and heads for the Bar; for all that they do a marvellous job feeding the girls at the Academy, they only do one or two vegetarian dishes well. And those involve tofu. Bar, on the other hand, does imam bayildi and mujaddarah just like somebody else's mother entirely used to make.

Guess where Wells is eating his dinner tonight?

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And the wolf is being watched by the cat. Nothing new there considering the first time that Ben met Harry. But unlike before Ben's actually in the bar and not hiding outside. The sudoku puzzle Cliff had given him before is already done. Yeah... he proved himself wrong when he said that it couldn't be done.

But for now he's just watching the wolf.

There's not a lot of wind in here to push scents around; it's mostly a function of the air currents kicked up by patrons. It takes Wells a moment or two to realise he's being watched and find the source.

"Evening," he says, nodding once in Ben's direction.

No, not a lot of wind but then again Ben doesn't need the wind for that. Though it does work wonders when there are a ton of scents about. But he gives a nod in return.

"Evening."

"Haven't seen you about in a while," says Wells. "Been keeping busy, have you?"

"Been outside." He states. "Found my little sister." But he hasn't seen her since he found her. "So been busy. You?" But he's sure that Harry's been pretty busy.

"Been teaching," says Wells. "And practising- running, mostly, and hand-to-hand- and working at the forge. There's a fellow from my world here who doesn't much like me." The first part, in his mind, is entirely linked to the second. You take steps, you know?

That makes the young transgenic blink slightly. He sees no reason for someone not to like this guy. "How come?"

"Partly old shit from when I was still in the Army," says Wells. "Partly that he's another werewolf, like me, and he's got a temper as foul as mine. Might as well put two birds of prey in a bag and shake it and expect them to get along."

Ben makes a slight face at that. "Dumb dog." And no he's not referring to Harry. But then again the soldier should know that. "Not too bad?"

"I've had enemies before. I'll live," says Wells. "Just got to stay alert, that's all." He smiles a little. "This place makes it easy t'practise that, I think."

"Still have enemies." Ben states making a face. "Not here though." But he does smile a bit. "Is easy." Or would be if he practiced it.

"Ah, well, long as you know where they are and where they aren't, that's the important thing, innit?" says Wells. "'s why I'm keepin' an eye on Ryan. Someone's got to, or he'd slip out of sight first chance he got."

"How do you know he won't now?"

"He can't leave the Bar, for one thing," says Wells. "And for another, he leaves a scent trail a mile wide all over the forest. I can find him out there easy enough come full moon, 'cos he's got to go out there to avoid doing something that'll get him locked up or worse. If I'm not there on full moon, though, God only knows where he'd wind up."

"He's stuck." Bound to the bar in other words... He scrunches his nose up at the whole scent thing though. He didn't like strong scents.

"Well, dead, more like," says Wells. "'s a bit different than being stuck 'til the door opens again."

"Been dead. Didn't stay that way."

"yeah?" says Wells. "How'd that happen?"

"Manticore found me. Took me back. Brought me back." He frowns a bit at that. "Was put with the Nomalies."

"mm. I don't think they can do that with Ryan," says Wells, "but it's good to know someone might try. Did, ah... did it hurt?"

"Tried to unbreak Ben. Reindocturne him." Yeah... this is more than what Harry learned the first time he met the young transgenic. "Hurt a lot."

There was a room on Gruinard Island that had a reinforced table with straps on. And chicken wire, plated in places-

Wells nods. "I believe you," he says.

Mun notes that table sounds like it would hurt a whole hell of a lot and would growl if it weren't that her pup did that a lot as is.

"Manticore hurts us all." He states momentarily shivering at the mere mention of the name. "Don't like the Nomalies."

Wells never had to actually touch the table. The air fresheners in the room, on the other hand, were filled with colloidal silver solution. Ask him about his lung injury sometime.

"Can't say I blame you," says Wells. "Considering."

"Even know what they are?"

He doesn't recall if he told Harry last time... No, he only told of the humans... the Ordinaries.

"Someone told me about 'em once," says Wells. "I know I've heard the word before. Might've been Max who told me. I dunno that I remember a damn thing else, though."

He blinks a bit at that. "You know Maxie?"

Wells shakes his head. "I haven't seen her in ages," he says. "But I used to know her. Fought alongside her once, even."

"She's my baby sister." Ben states simply. It was weird finding out that Harry had known his sister.

"Lucky you," says Wells. "I haven't got a sister. Is she- how is she, anyway? It's been ages..."

"When I saw Maxie she was fine." It's been a while though.

Wells nods. "Good for her," he says. "I'm glad, really I am. She seemed a good sort in the little time I knew her."

"Always been." He gives a slight nod. "The good one. The less dangerous one." She wasn't as dangerous as him. But then again she wasn't broken.

"Considering just how fucking dangerous she was at the time-" Wells stops abruptly and shakes his head. "Damn. Remind me not to get in your way."

Ben gives a slight shrug to what Harry is saying. "Like you. Have no reason to be worried."

"All right, fair," says Wells. "Hey, question. I seem to recall you weren't too fond of indoors. Is it that cold out tonight?"

"Not cold." Well... okay, it is cold but not to him. "Decided to come in." Brave the indoors so to speak.

There's a bit of a smile at that; he nods. "Seen anything interesting so far?"

"No." Ben states. "Silly little puzzle though. It tried to break the doctor's brain."

"Yeah?" asks Wells, one eyebrow raised. "What sort of puzzle? M'wife takes an interest sometimes."

"Called it a Sudoku." Ben states making a slight face. "Was a weird puzzle. Hard."

"Oh, yeah, I've seen those," says Wells, waving one hand. "Never could do 'em worth shit."

"It nearly broke the doctor's brain." Ben, on the other hand, finished. So did the mun but it broke the mun's brain in doing so.

"I expect I'd've just wadded mine up and chucked it away," Wells confesses.

"Never done it before. Was weird."

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