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Who: Raylan Givens, Chris Argent
What: Raylan's newest case isn't quite what he's used to
Warnings: N/A

Something about this case wasn't adding up. Bodies turning up looking like they'd been shredded by an animal, all localized around where this Californian fugitive was said to be hiding. More aggressive and out of control dogs in Harlan. That's just what he needed. Hand at his belt, he approached the door of the house, with great caution.

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Chris had been on the wolf's trail for days after he'd escaped the sheriff's custody. Not surprising, he'd tried to warn him the best he could. Stilinski was handling this all better than he'd been expecting, sure, but at the end of the day he was just floundering. Trying to keep up the best he could. The wolf had started in Beacon Hills, established himself as a killer there, the next step was to find him, preferably before he killed any more.

He'd tracked him down to a house. Secluded, old, plenty of things working in its favor to make it an ideal place to go to ground, and the body count stacking up pretty well cemented his hunting grounds. Chris had known, considering how long it had taken to find him, there was no possibility he would have laid low enough not to draw the attention of the locals; he was a mad dog at this point, too new to the change and without someone to teach him control the trail of destruction was all but guaranteed. He was comfortable in the decision.

The hunter was hidden in the bushes when the marshal arrived, staking out the house while the wolf was out. Getting a feel for it, trying to determine the best way to go about it, but the marshal walked right up to it and he was half tempted to let him, see what happened, but he was supposed to be following a new code now. 'We protect those who can't protect themselves'.

So he stepped out from the foliage and moved towards the door, his own hand moving to the gun tucked out of sight, resting close by casually as he greeted him.

"He's not home. Wouldn't really go in by yourself anyway, even if he was."

If Chris thought that Raylan couldn't protect himself, the marshal would likely laugh at the idea. The odds in any incident were definitely stacked in Raylan's favor. Even if he didn't know he was going up against a monster with claws and teeth and supernatural strength, not many things could stand up against a bullet through the head. But that lack of knowledge may slow his reaction time just a bit.

Before his hand could reach the door, he twisted to see the newcomer, his hand finding the grip of his gun but didn't draw the weapon just yet. He looked over the man. He didn't exactly look like the sort found in Harlan.

"If you don't mind, I'm still gonna have a look." His tone suggested he didn't rightly care whether Chris minded or not.

"Welcome to it. But I'm going in with you."

And Chris wasn't accepting no for an answer. Sure, the guy looked like he could probably handle himself in most circumstances, but this one wasn't most, and Chris already had more than enough death on his hands.

"Let me guess. Law enforcement."

"Marshal service," he said.

He didn't bother going for the badge in his jacket, just indicating the star on his belt. Right next to his gun. "Deputy US Marshal Raylan Givens."

He didn't ask for it, but he fully expected an introduction in turn.

The hunter's attention flicked down towards it, taking in both insignia and firearm, but his level of concern didn't seem to change. A guy with a badge and a gun was a guy with a badge and a gun, and Chris knew from experience neither stood much chance of doing the Marshal any favors.

The title did, however, tell him exactly how much trouble the wolf he was tracking had caused, and at this point he had no qualms about classifying him as such. You get to a point, he'd found, where the damage outweighed any humanity the thing you were tracking had. Easier to call it as it was at that point.

"Chris Argent," was about all he offered in return. If he asked for credentials, he was fairly sure the ones he did have wouldn't be quite enough to justify him being here, government contracts or not. Better not to provide them in the first place.

"Anybody can find that star at a pawn shop and throw around a title. Marshal."

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