Colin gazed out to see a twenty something lady in a brown ski jacket and pants, struggling with her car's engine as it fumed and sputtered.
"Come on you piece of crap, a snow storm's blowing in!" she growled.
"Hey, you need any help?" Colin asked as he stumbled up to her.
"Thanks, didn't think anybody was out heeeeeeeeere......" the hazel eyed brunette said as she got a good look at Colin standing there in an apesuit.
She stood there for a few moments before she let out a confused ".....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"It's a long story." Colin said.
"Rrrrright.... anyway, could you get the tool box out of my trunk?" she asked.
Colin obeyed and brought her the box.
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The werewolf costume clad woman lept and bounded through the snow like an acrobat. Donavan's wife trailed through the snow and followed a trail of bloody pawprints to a ski lodge.
"Alright, following the traitor right to his escape path."
She jumped through the air and spun around landing in the snow and rushed towards the pawprint trail heading further out.
As a wounded wolfdog crawled towards her, she shot it dead with a large magnum.
"That's gonna be you, Greys." the cold woman said to herself with a grin as she marveled the red stain in the snow...
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The brunette spun the wrench around "One more turn of the wrench annnnnd..."
The car's engine started and revved smoothly.
"Alright, fixed up." the brunette said. "Thanks for the help."
"No problem." Colin said.
"Hey, I helped you fix the car, sooo... can I ride along with you?" Colin asked.
"Well, you see, I...." the girl said right before rushing into her car and zooming off.
"FUCK YOU TOO!" Colin shouted as she drove out of sight.
'Now how do I go down the mountains?' Colin said as he realized that a few items he took out of the back of her car and didn't put back when he got the toolbox.
Namely, it was a sled, a suitcase, and a couple champagne bottles.
Colin looked them over and thought
'Okay, I guess I'll go with...'