[Well. Another small lie to his wife, and here they are, off on another trip out into the countryside. Curran has never exactly loved hunting. He knows there are shapeshifters who seem to relish it, but it is the modern day, and food can just as easily be procured from a butcher -- and that food doesn't run away from you or require effort gutting and dressing.

He may be an apex predator, but he's also a practical man. Usually.

But, given that their quarry is the actual divine, well. Hunting it is.

Tonight that actually means roughing it. Camping is fine. Curran has spent his share of nights out under the stars. Magic is up, and with any luck will linger through the night and into the morning, if they have any chance of finding the animal god the rumors they've chased have been about.

The tent is pitched and he has a campfire started -- for his own benefit given that the spectral woman and the blade she's bound to aren't likely to care much about warmth or shelter.]

This is taking too long. [His voice is a frustrated growl.] They're getting harder to find. And Kate will start asking questions.

[And he doesn't want to lie to her. It's the last thing he wants, but if he's going to be able to save her when the time comes, what choice does he really have?] If she weren't so distracted with everything going to hell, she already would have.

[Did Erra expect to be playing marriage counselor? Well. Surprise. Now she is.]