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Chloe Fields was on her first assignment as a reporter—a people’s interest story about the twenty-year anniversary of the Leon v. Stewart decision. To that end she had tracked down Benjamin Leon’s last known address and was currently standing at what could possibly be his front door, where she was attempting to calm herself and mentally go over her interview questions rather than think of how screwed she would be if Leon no longer lived here. | |||
After taking a series of calming breathes, | After taking a series of calming breathes, Chloe rang the doorbell and waited nervously. A minute passed, then two, but no one came to the door. Partly disappointed, partly relieved, she turned away and was about to head back to her car when a voice asked, “May I help you?” | ||
Spinning around, the reporter found herself face-to-face with a morphic timber wolf. | Spinning around, the reporter found herself face-to-face with a morphic timber wolf. | ||
“Ack!” She exclaimed. “Mr. Leon! I’m, uh, | “Ack!” She exclaimed. “Mr. Leon! I’m, uh, Fields Chloe—no, Chloe Fields. I’m an interviewer reporting on you and I’d—wait.” | ||
“Take your time”. Leon said, amused at the startled woman. | “Take your time”. Leon said, amused at the startled woman. | ||
“Right… thank you.” Fiona said. “My name is | “Right… thank you.” Fiona said. “My name is Chloe Fields, I’m a reporter. I’d like to interview you about your lawsuit twenty years ago if that’s alright.” | ||
Leon considered her. “You’re the fourth reporter today who wanted to ask me about that. I’ve turned down the others, so why should I talk to you?” | Leon considered her. “You’re the fourth reporter today who wanted to ask me about that. I’ve turned down the others, so why should I talk to you?” | ||
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Fiona began to fumble with a pocket on her jacket—the wolf’s gaze was making her nervous. After managing to get it open she took out a wrapped, rectangular package. | Fiona began to fumble with a pocket on her jacket—the wolf’s gaze was making her nervous. After managing to get it open she took out a wrapped, rectangular package. | ||
“Because | “Because I… umm… brought… chocolate?” | ||
Leon burst into laughter. He doubled over as the reporter stood there, growing redder and redder by the second. | Leon burst into laughter. He doubled over as the reporter stood there, growing redder and redder by the second. | ||
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“You’re right, it isn’t.” Said Leon when he had calmed himself. “But the other three who came were so serious, and then with you it was just so…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word. | “You’re right, it isn’t.” Said Leon when he had calmed himself. “But the other three who came were so serious, and then with you it was just so…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word. | ||
“Pathetic?” | “Pathetic?” Chloe offered dejectedly. | ||
Leon looked alarmed. “What? No, no! Nothing like that! It was just kinda… quaint | Leon looked alarmed. “What? No, no! Nothing like that! It was just kinda… quaint...” His ears drooped. “I’m not making you feel any better, am I?” | ||
She shook her head. He sighed. “Fine… if it’ll stop you from looking like I just shot your dog I’ll do the interview. | She shook her head. He sighed. “Fine… if it’ll stop you from looking like I just shot your dog I’ll do the interview.” | ||
This made Fiona perk up instantly. “Thank you, Mr. Leon!” | |||
“Please, call me Ben, everyone else does.” The wolf said as he stepped aside to let her into his home. He led Chloe into a small sitting room and gestured to a chair, which she sat down in. After taking a seat across from her, Ben looked at the reporter expectantly. | |||
“So, what would you like to know first?” | |||
“Well,” Chloe said as she took out her notebook and flipped through it. “I guess the first thing would be to ask if there’s anything about the original incident that wasn’t included in the case file.” | |||
Ben thought it over before shaking his head. “No, not that I can think of, it’s pretty much all there. Was a courier for five years before TFOR made me the handsome specimen I am today. Did the rehab thing and was fired two days after coming to work and I sued to get my job back.” | |||
“I was also wondering about the—uh—quote, in the file;” Chloe asked. “Is it true what Stewart said when you asked him why he was firing you?” | |||
“If you’re referring to the ‘wild animal’ comment then yes. I don’t recall it word for word but he did say something to the effect of not wanting one around.” | |||
The reporter nodded and looked down at her list. She was about to ask the next question when her curiosity got the better of her. | |||
“Sorry, but, I have to ask: how could you possibly want to get your job back after the way you were treated?” | |||
“I was trying to maintain my comfort zone.” Ben answered, shrugging. “You have to understand, I’d been a teefer for less than two weeks; I had already gone through one major change in my life and I wasn’t in much of a mood for another. Besides—part of me understood his reasoning.” | |||
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “His… reasoning?” | |||
Ben rolled his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” | |||
Chloe looked the teefer over, trying very hard not to stare at his teeth. “I see a… man in his late 40’s to mid 50’s.” | |||
“You can be as politically correct as you want but sometimes a spade has got to be called a spade.” Ben said exasperatedly. “I’m a wolf, plain and simple.” He held out a furred hand. “My nails—claws I guess, are designed to rend flesh. My teeth have the sole purpose of tearing meat from the bones of prey. The closest thing I have to a smile amounts to a modified snarl. I’ve been blended with a predator so yea, I can understand why people might be afraid of me.” | |||
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Chloe Fields was on her first assignment as a reporter—a people’s interest story about the twenty-year anniversary of the Leon v. Stewart decision. To that end she had tracked down Benjamin Leon’s last known address and was currently standing at what could possibly be his front door, where she was attempting to calm herself and mentally go over her interview questions rather than think of how screwed she would be if Leon no longer lived here.
After taking a series of calming breathes, Chloe rang the doorbell and waited nervously. A minute passed, then two, but no one came to the door. Partly disappointed, partly relieved, she turned away and was about to head back to her car when a voice asked, “May I help you?”
Spinning around, the reporter found herself face-to-face with a morphic timber wolf.
“Ack!” She exclaimed. “Mr. Leon! I’m, uh, Fields Chloe—no, Chloe Fields. I’m an interviewer reporting on you and I’d—wait.”
“Take your time”. Leon said, amused at the startled woman.
“Right… thank you.” Fiona said. “My name is Chloe Fields, I’m a reporter. I’d like to interview you about your lawsuit twenty years ago if that’s alright.”
Leon considered her. “You’re the fourth reporter today who wanted to ask me about that. I’ve turned down the others, so why should I talk to you?”
Fiona began to fumble with a pocket on her jacket—the wolf’s gaze was making her nervous. After managing to get it open she took out a wrapped, rectangular package.
“Because I… umm… brought… chocolate?”
Leon burst into laughter. He doubled over as the reporter stood there, growing redder and redder by the second.
“Hehe… I’m sorry but that was just too perfect. I mean with the way you are—and what you just—seriously, chocolate?”
“It’s not that funny…” Fiona mumbled as she looked at her feet.
“You’re right, it isn’t.” Said Leon when he had calmed himself. “But the other three who came were so serious, and then with you it was just so…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word.
“Pathetic?” Chloe offered dejectedly.
Leon looked alarmed. “What? No, no! Nothing like that! It was just kinda… quaint...” His ears drooped. “I’m not making you feel any better, am I?” She shook her head. He sighed. “Fine… if it’ll stop you from looking like I just shot your dog I’ll do the interview.”
This made Fiona perk up instantly. “Thank you, Mr. Leon!”
“Please, call me Ben, everyone else does.” The wolf said as he stepped aside to let her into his home. He led Chloe into a small sitting room and gestured to a chair, which she sat down in. After taking a seat across from her, Ben looked at the reporter expectantly.
“So, what would you like to know first?”
“Well,” Chloe said as she took out her notebook and flipped through it. “I guess the first thing would be to ask if there’s anything about the original incident that wasn’t included in the case file.”
Ben thought it over before shaking his head. “No, not that I can think of, it’s pretty much all there. Was a courier for five years before TFOR made me the handsome specimen I am today. Did the rehab thing and was fired two days after coming to work and I sued to get my job back.”
“I was also wondering about the—uh—quote, in the file;” Chloe asked. “Is it true what Stewart said when you asked him why he was firing you?”
“If you’re referring to the ‘wild animal’ comment then yes. I don’t recall it word for word but he did say something to the effect of not wanting one around.”
The reporter nodded and looked down at her list. She was about to ask the next question when her curiosity got the better of her.
“Sorry, but, I have to ask: how could you possibly want to get your job back after the way you were treated?”
“I was trying to maintain my comfort zone.” Ben answered, shrugging. “You have to understand, I’d been a teefer for less than two weeks; I had already gone through one major change in my life and I wasn’t in much of a mood for another. Besides—part of me understood his reasoning.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow. “His… reasoning?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?”
Chloe looked the teefer over, trying very hard not to stare at his teeth. “I see a… man in his late 40’s to mid 50’s.”
“You can be as politically correct as you want but sometimes a spade has got to be called a spade.” Ben said exasperatedly. “I’m a wolf, plain and simple.” He held out a furred hand. “My nails—claws I guess, are designed to rend flesh. My teeth have the sole purpose of tearing meat from the bones of prey. The closest thing I have to a smile amounts to a modified snarl. I’ve been blended with a predator so yea, I can understand why people might be afraid of me.”