Jean Talbot naturally went back to check on her were-husband Nate Anderson, who was being helped off the sidewalk by his parents, who somehow had managed not to transform into their were fursonas during all the trauma of their oldest son being attacked by two men right outside their own home.
"You've got to let the paramedics check you out Nate," his mother Martha protested.
"It's for your own good son," added his father William.
"Yeah, don't be a bigger dummy than you usually are," kidded Nate's younger brother Eric. "They're here. You're hurt. Do it!"
To which Eric's girlfriend Spencer Lawson added her own words.
But Nate was stubbornly refusing them all when Jean, still in her werelioness form, simply stared at him and said calmly, "Nate. Paramedics. Now."
The werewolf took one look at his lady and said "Yes, ma'am," as he limped off to the waiting ambulance to be examined by the medical personnel on the scene.
MEANWHILE...
"Dispatch. This is Deputy Smith. He's not going to like it, but I need to be patched to wherever Sheriff Cooper is, stat!"
The Sheriff, unfortunately, was in the middle of making love to his new were-wife Joan Morning Cloud when the land line phone on the nightstand next to their bed started ringing.
At first the weregrizzly bear was going to ignore it as he continued physically expressing his love to the weretigress with him, but his sense of duty soon outweighed his romantic notions, although his very hard cock was still buried deep within his new mate as he answered the phone.
"Sheriff, this is Deputy Smith. I hate to disturb you, but you're the only one on the force authorized to contact the Elders."
"What's up?" the Sheriff demanded to know, all business now as he reluctantly removed himself from Joan.
"We have two werepanther suspects in custody concerning the assault on werewolf Nathaniel Anderson," began the Deputy.
"I've already been briefed on that. Is that werelioness on the scene behaving herself?"
"Yes, sir. But that's not why I need you to contact the Elders. One of the suspects left their cellphone in the front seat of their now destroyed getaway vehicle," continued the deputy.
"Now destroyed?" repeated Sheriff Cooper, as he reluctantly defurred and started looking for a clean uniform.
"Long story that's part of the incident report we're working on now," replied the deputy. "Anyway, since it would be evidence anyway, I collected the cellphone just as it received an incoming text. The message is: IS N.A. MISSING SCHOOL TOMORROW? and Caller ID indicates it's from Jack Crawford. There's also a prior message from Crawford ordering the attack to begin with."
"WHAT?" shouted Sheriff Cooper, loud enough to disturb both his fiance and his nephew, who was in the living room watching cartoons again after sharing an early supper with the adults in his life.
"Sheriff Cooper? This is District Attorney Jack Johnson," a new voice began, as Cooper was getting dressed. "I was next door visiting my father when the attack on Nate Anderson happened. My office had already been informed that the Crawfords received scrolls requesting their presence before the Elders' Council in the morning, but in light of this new development..."
"Put my deputy back on," requested Cooper, even as he fastened his belt and started looking for his work shoes. "Smith?" he asked, finding the shoes under his bed. "Alert everyone on duty. Issue an All Points Bulletin on Jack Crawford and Kenya Adaeze-Crawford immediately! I want them found and taken to the holding cells in the Council building, since we don't dare risk holding them in our jail with Parker and his men still there."
"Yes sir. Anything else?" asked Smith.
"I'll meet you on sight at the Andersons as soon as I can, and please find me some aspirin," requested Cooper, before hanging up.
"Long night ahead?" asked his fiance, as Jean began using her paws to tenderly massage his aching temples.
"God, I hope not," said Cooper, before he turned and kissed Jean on her muzzle lips before getting his gun out of its safe.
ELSEWHERE...
After making sure their son Peter would be all right despite having to spend some more time in the hospital, Leon and Regina Talbot went home. Their daughter Jean had already taken off to drive her fiance Nate Anderson to his house after seeing her brother would be safe and sound, despite his disbelief at not being able to have any sex for awhile.
Now back in the relative peace and quiet of their own residence, Leon put his arms around his wife and started nuzzling her neck.
"If you're next question is What do you want to do tonight?, you already have a good start on it," she said, pressing her back warmly against his front.
But just then Leon's cellphone began to ring.
Knowing who's specific ringtone it was, Leon reluctantly released his wife and answered the phone. "Yes Jean?" he said, wondering why his daughter was calling.
"Dad? Could you please bring me a fresh change of clothes to Nate's house?" she asked.
"Why?" her father asked in return, starting to get suspicious.
But when Jean started recounting everything to him, Regina took a brief step away from her husband as Leon started growling angrily. "Are you two all right?"
Being a werelioness herself, Regina had overheard everything, including her daughter's answer of "I'm fine. Nate's being examined now."
"Okay. Stay put. Cooperate with the deputies completely. Call me back if you have to leave with Nate in the ambulance, but otherwise we'll be there as soon as we can."
"I'll run upstairs and get her a change of clothes," said Regina, seeing it was all Leon could do to control his anger at the moment.
"I'm calling Tachibana. Either she deals with the Crawfords, or I AM!" roared Leon, barely keeping both his rage and fursona under control.