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Poe is just settling in for the evening when the knock at his door rouses him from his half-doze. he puts his book aside, answering the sound by a civilized instinct that he hasn't quite let go sour, even since moving here into the woods. No one should be knocking on his door at 11pm - but maybe it's one of his pack.

"What do you need?" he wonders aloud, stretching his back as he gets out of his chair and heads for the cabin's front door. The only other occupant, an orange and white mutt, doesn't do more than lift his head to look at the door when the knock comes again.

Well, he hardly has to worry about being a guard dog for a werewolf.

Poe opens the door, expecting to find Jess or Snap - they're about the only pack members willing to have anything to do with him, an even that much is limited by pack leader Organa. She tolerates Poe, but she has to be careful to maintain order in the rest of the pack, and with his unlucky condition...

Instead of any familiar face, there's a stranger on the other side of his door. A strange wolf, if Poe's senses haven't gone completely wrong. He looks tired and dirty, like he's been through an ordeal.

"Hey buddy, you can't be here," Poe says, the hair standing up on the back of his neck and his change crackling to readiness in the back of his skull. He could have sounded a little less like a pushover.

Packs aren't supposed to fight anymore, but Poe knows that the invasion of his pack's territory can't be taken lightly - and he's supposed to be on guard out here at the edge of it.

The stranger's expression turns pleading. He's breathing hard as if he'd just run all the way here from Bangor. It's a cold night out there, even for a wolf.

"I need sanctuary," he says.

Poe blinks - it catches him so off-guard that he's sure he can't have heard right. "You need - ?"

"Sanctuary," the stranger repeats, his dark eyes entreating.

Poe leans back as if to escape the effects of a spell circle. "That's what I thought you said."

He looks over the man standing on his stoop. Brown skin, neat hair, clothes that are relatively new under the effects of his flight from whatever he's running from. He can't be that out of touch, he's probably younger than Poe.

"You know it's 2016, right?" Poe asks, wondering if this is some kind of pack initiation prank.

"uh," the man says, like now Poe's the one not making any sense. "Yeah. And it's November, and it's really cold."

He looks at Poe as if he might take a hint. But, offering sanctuary is pretty serious. Poe rocks back on his heels. "I'm not sure if I have the authority..."

"Is this the edge of your pack's territory?" the stranger asks, looking back over his shoulder reluctantly as if he doesn't want to have to backtrack through the woods in the cold.

"Yeah," Poe admits, looking up. The moon isn't full tonight, but nearly there, and the corona around it hints of snow.

"And you're the guard?" the stranger asks, walking Poe through the steps of Tribal Pact Law he hasn't thought about since cub camp.

"Yes," Poe agrees to this, too. He doesn't want to tell a stranger from another pack that it's more complicated than that.

"Then you have the authority," the stranger says with conviction. He reaches for Poe, catching hold of his hands with cold, bare fingers before he can react. "Please. I'm begging you."

Poe hasn't been touched anything other than violent or clinical intent in so long that the act of supplication surprises him, shocking him into silence. He takes a step back, and the man sees it as an invitation to come in, welcoming himself into Poe's home - his den - and under his protection.

"Thank you," he says, squeezing Poe's hands as he steps inside, a new and unexpected mystery that's come in from the cold Maine November to warm himself at Poe's fire.

Oh my gosh, out of all my prompts I didn't expect this one to even get a second look at by anyone! I'm excited to see where you go with this! *hearteyes*

I've actually been working on this for a little while, I just wanted to make some progress before i posted. Thanks for the great prompt! :)

PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

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