Time to Work

[Tenzin]

The place reeked. Enough to choke acid in the back of Tenzin's throat, but not enough to fully disguise the tang of something underneath. No one used that much bleach for regular cleaning. Her brows lowered deep over her eyes as they worked to methodically check the safehouse, hackles prickling. She didn't like the little bug blocking up her ear even if Amelia thought it was necessary for the pack to communicate, but she tolerated it. It felt like a disadvantage though.

At the terminal Amelia did her thing, and Tenzin prowled restlessly, her temples already thrumming with the cloying scent. So strong! Enough to burst her eyes. She paused long enough to watch the footage play, stooping to watch over the others' shoulders. Didn't know anyone in it, of course -- no more than she had the last time, but stiffened as she caught wind of Jacinda's reaction. The anger sent her hackles to daggers. Such a little slip of a girl on the screen. Why did the man do that? She could feel the growl in her throat, battled down. She needed something to sink her teeth into.

"Leash?"
The word bit out harsh. She glared at the screen. At the woman they said betrayed pack. But it was something of the word, too, that offended her. "What is she?"