meriful

Who: Astrid and Caleb
Where: Lockwood house
When: eeearly mornin'

So this absolutely wasn't the first time Astrid had stopped by the house. It also wasn't the second, or the third. Yes, this was the fourth time Astrid had dropped by -- if one didn't count her simply walking past -- and that was her restraining herself. Because the fact was that, even with the help of Oz, there just wasn't any more of a clue to what had happened to Mathias and Dorian than the house. And even then there weren't really any clues at the house, because suddenly disappearing without the slightest trace just... didn't count as a clue, in Astrid's book. But it was the place with the freshest scent trail, and Astrid just wasn't keen on making the same mistake as last time: leaving the place, getting lost, and coming back only to discover Mathias had been there and then disappeared again. So, yeah, she wasn't going to let a day go by that she didn't check in on the house... granted, right now it seemed she wasn't able to let a couple hours go by without leaving the house, but at least she wasn't camping out!

And, well, at least she forced herself to leave again after some point -- sometimes returning to the pack, sometimes exploring the town a little more. Either way, Astrid was near-paranoid about wandering off too far this time. And... Astrid was currently in the process of leaving again. Really. She was just... sorta lingering around the front door, alternating between staring and frowning and sometimes glaring at it, all part of the 'aaaaaand we're leaving again. Promise.' thing. ( In fact, she was even finally turning back around and taking a step back to the street when she caught a scent from upwind that first had her stopping in her tracks before darting toward its direction. )