"Think we're in the right place?" Tyler spins around, looking around as if he's hoping to glean some assistance from their surroundings. But all there was to see was the tangled expanse of dark trees stretching away for miles.
"Well, if man versus wild told me anything― it's that all living things need water, and it's natural for animals to find habitant near such places," Renee says to her brother, who was hovering just ahead of her, looking impatient. "And according to the maps, we should be somewhere near the bank of a good-size lake."
It was just around afternoon did they start the pointless search of the local werewolf clan. Which was a bad idea considering the heat had the sibling's backs damp with sweat. Though it was partly Renee's fault as she spent the entire morning nursing her hangover, the other part must be blamed on Tyler. The guy was pretty adamant in his ways to start the search as soon as possible. A reason why they found themselves in the middle of the bayou, just after a quick brunch.
It took them a few more minutes before they emerged into a clearing. Renee had a vague sense of Deja vu when she saw the exact place she had only seen in The Originals TV show. The little shack overlooking the lake― it was all the same. She could see the pale blue water that sparked here and there with reflected sunlight.
"Maybe we are not so lost after all," Renee suggests with a huff, clearly relieved to gain a moment of respite.
"Perhaps not," Tyler says, bending on his knees to inspect something that caught his eye. A patch of sweat darkened the cloth of his shirt, just between his shoulder blades. "Look at this―" he says, pointing his fingers towards the door. Renee follows his line of sight to see a dozen razored scratches on them. "They look like claw marks, don't they?" he says, reaching up to run his hand alongside the long and parallel patterns that were racked deeply into the wood.
"Or like someone's being tortured to death and are finding a way to escape with all their strength?" Renee quips dryly. Oh, she knows what they are, alright. She figured they assigned the house to a newly triggered werewolf or something. Still, Renee wished Tyler would just stop in his pursuit of finding werewolves in a city like New Orleans.
Renee couldn't outright lie to him about the possible locations. Nor did she think Tyler wouldn't have thought of this himself considering the boy did whole ass research about the topic on his own to find himself here. Still, she believed she could at least dissuade him enough to give up hope that any werewolves existed here.
