Set Fire to the Rain (Hunter)

Lestat decided to do some exploring he found himself on top of the Lone Peak. He looked down at the scene below and that was when it started to rain. He hated rain and worst of all he hated being stuck outside in it. This reminded him why he hated nature and being outside if he didn't have to be. 'Well mind as well set up camp.' He thought to himself as he removed his pack from his shoulder and opened it and a tent popped up.

Going inside he went for a shower and then sat by the fire after grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelves. This was going to be his home for the night so he thought that it would be best to get comfortable. At least inside the tent it was dry and warm and he was stalked with liquor so he wouldn't have to leave for anything.

Though his peace didn't last long when he heard something outside though he ignored it. He didn't really care if there were other travelers or wildlife about. He was just happy that he was alone. Though he didn't know that was about to change soon. Though for now he was content in his little tent. He was alone and able to think clearly of his next move to keep ahead of those who were planning on bringing him in he was not ready to be arrested just yet. Once he finished his bottle he went to get another drink from his bar. Then he heard something outside yet again.

Leaning against the table he studied the spell book that he had taken out. He wanted to find a new spell that he wanted to cast though he had to actually plan it out so that it would not backfire on him.

Being able to apparate was admittedly a convenient ability, but it wasn’t one that Hunter used often. Not when he could help it, at least. The feeling was too claustrophobic – too suffocating. So, today, he decided that it would be better to drive to where he wanted to go. Alaska, who now looked very much like the wolf that she was, tagged along at his heels, hopping easily into the passenger side of his truck. ”No bullshit, you hear me?” he said to her, as though she would listen, getting in the driver’s side and starting the engine. It took a moment in the cold, but eventually it rattled to life. ”If you run away, I won’t go looking for you.”

It didn’t take long for them to reach their destination – the lone peak. A huge ass mountain that, at this time of year, was dusted with snow. It wasn’t a place Hunter usually visited, but he couldn’t help but smile at Alaska’s excitement as she bounded out of the car, her pure white fur blending in instantly against the snow. She loved the mountains, which was the only reason he went there on a semi-regular basis. ”With me,” he said, calling her to his side. At least she listened well, and before long they’d reached the top of the peak. Hunter felt a mist of rain start to fall, but he ignored it. They’d hopefully get to the bottom again before it got too bad. Since it seemed like nobody was around, Hunter had let her stray a bit farther from his side – but, as he crested the mountain, it became clear that hadn’t been a good idea.

”Shit, Alaska, get back here!” he called, when she went charging toward a tent that was set up a bit away. With a sigh, he took off after her, not wanting whoever was inside to think they were getting attacked by a wild wolf. ”Alaska!” he shouted, not asking permission before bursting into the tent behind her, grabbing onto her by the scruff of her neck before she could lunge at whoever was inside. Hunter hadn’t exactly expected to burst into a huge, multi-room area, when from the outside it had only been a small tent. What were the chances of running into another wizard? It didn’t matter, apparently, because he had. Thrown off guard, Hunter eyed the man at the table warily before speaking. ”Sorry about that – she got away from me.” He was sure that his lack of concern about the improperly sized tent would give away that he wasn’t a muggle either.