"Wyona, is this man bothering you?" Rex asked, stepping out into the hallway.
"No, he's my Herd Leader," said Wyona, as she walked up to Rex. "As well as the father of my daughter."
"In that case, you becoming Protected extends to include her, and any of your other offspring," said Rex.
"She's already Protected," John said. He spat over the balcony, hitting a werewolf that was being overly rough with their human pet.
"Who did that?!" the werewolf yelled.
"I did, yah muttface!" John yelled back. "Try that stunt again, and I'll put you down!"
"I'm going to turn you into Fertilizer!"
The werewolf ran towards the balcony, climbed up the wall, and was in the process of trying to climb over the railing, when they froze.
"Do I know you from some place?" they asked, booze on their breath.
"Yeah, an illegal blood production facility!"
John swung his walking club, bashing the werewolf in the head.
The werewolf overbalanced, lost their grip, and fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Well, that's an easy one to explain," John said, as Robert ran out of their room.
"John, what the hell did you just do?" Robert asked. "He works for Marcus Fang."
"Correction, worked for Marcus Fang." John spat, hitting the corpse. "He was drunk, tried climbing up the wall to grab a snack, only to lose his grip and fall, hitting his head, badly." He looked at the human pet, a female who looked to be really nervous, and couldn't be much older than 17 years of age. "On the plus side, that one's a stray now - Hanna and/or James wouldn't mind having a pet."
At this, Rex came over. "Well, he did try to attack your livestock," the agent said. "Gives you legal recourse to get compensation - doesn't look like he can complain too much about the amount of payment."
Robert looked at Rex. "Well, if an agent of the law says so, I guess that's good enough for me." He walked away, heading outside.
John looked at Rex. "How's the hand?"
"Bothers me in the cold," the agent said. "So, you got Claimed?"
John nodded. "It was a bear - tried to kill both of us - I killed it, but almost lost my leg. Robert Claimed me so that I could get medical treatment. I've been his for about ten years."
"Do you two know each other?" Wyona asked.
Rex nodded. "He saved my life from a murderous poacher, about fifteen years ago now."
"Poacher was after my herd," said John. "This one wasn't. Even gave him some fresh venison to help him jumpstart his healing."
Rex chuckled. "I've come to appreciate the taste of deer meat these days."
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