CORDELIA BYRNE

Cordelia had just arrived in the Valley a week or so ago. Tragedy, betrayal and violence had finally forced her to find her Grandmother. She and her animals narrowly escaped what would have been a terrible situation…coming here to find salvation.

She needed hay, the horses at her Grandmothers didn’t eat as much as her big stallion so they ran through her barn’s rations pretty quickly. Her Grandmother gave her directions on where to go and instructions on who to speak to in town. She finds the gruff looking man running the Grain & Feed Store, he ends up charmed by her smile and her wit by the end of their conversation and assures her she’ll have 200 bales delivered by the end of the day. “Thank you!” She calls out as she walks out and back to her car, Corvus waiting patiently, panting and watching the world from the inside of the vehicle.

Her phone chirps in her pocket, making her stop just before opening the door, pausing to read the text.

Ashleigh Foreman & Nike

Most days, Atroe City is a dull place to patrol. Parking tickets and domestic disputes fill Officer Foreman's quota for the day. Of course, one shouldn't bemoan the quietness of the Valley in recent years. Gang wars and mob activity seemed to be at an all-time high when Officer Foreman first joined the force here. It had been chaos, exemplified by corrupt officials in the offices. Ashleigh wasn't much to be outspoken on the matter, because sticking your nose into the wrong business could cost you your life. Besides, whatever happened a few years ago, many of the gang leaders began to clean up. If for the while. There was always talk of heightened tensions returning, but Officer Foreman did her best to remain indifferent to the closing possibilities of returning hazards.

Today is another one of those boring days. Officer Foreman revels in the sunny weather and the raising temperatures. She drives with the window cracked, Nike panting in the backseat of her cruiser with delight. After a brutal, frigid winter, days like this seemed like gifts from above. Ashleigh drives to the feed store after a lull in activity on the streets. Nike could stretch his legs, and the owner of the feed store always has treats for the Belgian Malinois. As Ashleigh emerges from her car, suited in her officer's uniform, and retrieves Nike from the back seat, Cordeila is rushing from the feed store. Behind her sunglasses, Ashleigh observes the woman discreetly. Atroe City might be decently sized, but Ashleigh can spot a newcomer from a mile away. Cordeila reaches her car, and the sound of the phone chirping suddenly elicits an excited whine from Nike. The dog wags his tail, nose pointed at Cordeila. He's a dog serious about his work, but also a ham for attention from the right people.

"You want to make a friend, huh?" Officer Foreman muses quietly to the dog. She glances up at Cordeila, offering a soft smile should the woman acknowledge the police officer and her K9 coworker.

CORDELIA BYRNE

The cruiser rolling by already had the black shepherd's attention, his mocha eyes lighting up and his tail subtly wagging. His sudden change gets Cordelia's attention and she finishes her text, looking around the black dog in her passenger's seat to see the other dog in the cruiser happily looking her way. She hears the Officer say something with a smile but does not hear it, offering a friendly smile back before hopping in the vehicle and rolling its window down. Tsavrin leans out, sniffing, panting joyfully. "Looks like they're instant friends." Cordelia chuckles, watching Sav try to meet noses with the other dog.

Perhaps if the other dog were not at work they could play, Tsavrin was certainly wanting t romp around, always.

Ashleigh Foreman & Nike

Dogs were always a good commonplace for people. She tries to sport a good-natured smile and a relaxed disposition -- not everyone was a fan of cops here in the Valley. The young officer gazes on at the dark shepherd within Cordelia's vehicle. He's a handsome creature, not much different from Nike's breed, though exponentially larger than her Malinois. Officer Foramen isn't a stranger to wolf-blooded creatures, and as a native to the Valley, she's grown up with wolves in her back yard. A chuckle comes from the woman's chest as she observes the pair, Nike quietly whining while his tail lashes back and forth, and Tsavrin leaning out of his owner's vehicle. Finally, curiosity gets the better of Ashleigh. "He part wolf?", she asks, brown eyes narrowing a bit as she politely scrutinizes the massive dog. "He's beautiful. And big! Must take a lot of food to feed this boy, huh?" She steps forward with a hand held out within Tsavrin's vicinity, inviting the dog to sniff her.