Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Red sighed and steepled his finger over his thin lips. "Mademoiselle Lupe, do you recall an incident earlier this week that involved a werefox named Stephen? Well... I have a... most distressing report here for you." He wearily informs her as he produces a pair of folders, one marked KATTHRIN MCBRIDE in a permanent marker, and another marked STEPHEN, WEREFOX. He placed both folders on top of Lupe's desk and spread them apart from each other, pushing them toward the editor.

"This one," Red taps the first folder, "Contains information on a young woman who made contact with Stephen and discovered he was a were. After some foolish judgment on my part, she reacted naturally, but eventually she came to rational conclusion and has agreed to keep our secret... a secret. I however, still have my... concerns about her, if you understand what I mean. Her address, contact details- it is all in this folder."

He pats the second one. "And this one contains what ever information we have extracted from Stephen, from where he's been, who he's been in contact with, and what his activities have been like. He is currently detained in my clan, and we are teaching him how to behave among our kind, and the humans. He... does not have much control, it's a blood thing, very complicated. I hope this information will be of some use to you." He says, rubbing his forehead. The scarred man looked terrible, like he had just gotten in a fight with a wild animal and lost sleep over it.