Exton

Marc looks to his companions, “Thats Ron's necklace. It has to be. There isn't another like it. He had it custom made."

Ty and Toby exchange looks.  Ty's knuckles slowly turn white as he grips the edge of the table. “Something must have happened. He wouldn't leave that anywhere and he never takes it off...”

Toby swallows hard, “And Alise is crying, it must be bad news..”

Twillon watches as the trio still. One rises and makes his way across the floor. There is no mistaking the Tiger as the young man stalks to the family table. His almond shaped eyes narrow as he stares at the charm around Alise's neck. His words come out tight, strained.

"Ron wouldn't have given that to anyone."

Alise looks up at Ty's tight features. She sees the anger in his dark eyes.

"He didn't. I am trying to see if he is among the shades." She watches the Tigers lips thin, the flesh whitening around the grim line. She shakes her head, placing her small hand over his larger one. "Ty, I don't see him... he would come if he were not still among the living."

Marc clears his throat, breaking the tension between Ty and Alise.  He stays behind Ty, keeping distance between himself and Alise. He remembers how she fears wolves, and wants nothing to interfere with her gift.

"Ron took off a few days ago. Said he needed time to clear his head." He sighs, laying a hand on Ty's shoulder, drawing his friend's anger away with just a touch. "He's been depressed, feeling his mate's loss more and more." He looks at Twillon. "Even the time at the houseboat isn't helping anymore. He's been talking about... he's been thinking about ending things."

Alise looks at the young wolf. "Ending things?"

Toby hooks out a chair, straddling the seat as he leans his arms on the back. He pokes at the pieces of cell phone. "That's Ron's. We've been trying to call him. He went out on a patrol and never came back to the college. We - " He waves at his friends. "We thought he went home for a bit, but his mom said nope. She figured he was out with more patrols, keeping himself busy since its the anniversary of..." He gets quiet, picking up the shirt to look at the claw marks. He brings it to his nose and sniffs. "This is Ron... and a ghoul, maybe two, can't quite tell."

His eyes flick around the table. "Where did you say this was found?" Twillon tells him where Patra's people last saw Ron. The Cougar nods slowly. "Think we can take a patrol down there? It's two days, but there aren't that many werefox in this town."