Seth propped his boots on the edge of his desk, his icey gaze scanning the room outside his windowed office. He was still getting used to this town, this job... Being his own boss. It was so foreign to a man who had been a carrier marine. He had gone from living rough in the middle of war zones across the globe, to snoozing in an office made of windows in a small mountain town. Talk about a change of pace!
Tipping his hat so it covered his eyes, he leaned back in his chair, balancing between upright and flat on his back. He'd read just about every magazine in the station, as well as every book he owned. His staff still had to call him st least twice by 'Sheriff' before it would register they where talking to him. Now if someone was to call out 'Gunnery' or 'Sergeant', they'd have his attention in a second.
He was waiting for the arrival of his K-9 unit, hoping the new addition would keep him busy enough to not be board. He was planing on waiting until 9 for the dog, as it had been promised by tonight. The poor thing had been in a crate of some size for the last week. The long hours being shipped across the Atlantic. The days in quarantine, though at least he could stretch his legs and move around there. And now a two day drive, that should have taken less than six, from the airport.
Now he was left cooling his heals, with little to do. He could go patrol, but there wasn't much point. He needed to get in touch with the local alpha, have a few words with him about how his pack could avoid the inside of his silver cell.
Give me skies of black and blue
the way you make me feel
Give me skies of green and red
cold winds that make it real
Storms are brewing deep within
of hurt and loss and pride
It's good to see the world in pain
when I take a walk outside
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