(just fyi, robert isn't there. just edward. lol)
Through the trees walked a woman dressed in grey leggings, a gray tunic, knee boots, and a long sleeveless vest that had a hood and went almost down to the ground. It was full, like a cloak. She looked like an older woman, but Edward had the feeling she wasn't actually as old as she looked. She seemed to be a woman that the wear and tear of transformations had not been kind to.
"Good afternoon," Edward said, continuing to show her his open hands, not making a move, to show he was unarmed.
"You are Donohue?" she asked.
"I am," he replied.
"I expected you to be younger," she said. "What do you want?"
"I want to speak to your alpha, Fenrir. I bring gifts, and I bring news that is important for him and for us."
"We have no commonality with your kind," she said firmly.
"Not normally, I agree," he said. "But there is a a new threat now for Fenrir, your entire pack and for mine."
"Name this threat."
"James Blood," Edward said firmly. "He is mounting a new offensive against your pack, your alpha, and the ones who are important to me. I only want to talk to Fenrir. I bring a gift for him."
"What is it?" she asked suspiciously.
"We bring him fresh meat, an entire steer...."
"You bring no entire steer," she was quickly hostile now.
"It is enchanted temporarily only to allow us to carry it. There is over one thousand pounds of beef here otherwise. When we resize it, you shall see how much we bring."
"Show me now!"
"Wait," a strong baritone voice called from the shadows. "Not so fast." Edward froze, and slowly a large, impressively toned older man came out of the shadows, all dressed in black, except for his full thick head of gray hair and his full gray mustache and beard. Even for Edward, with all the years he'd had of chasing werewolves, Fenrir was, by far, the biggest werewolf he had ever seen. He had forgotten til now what a massive hulking beast Fenrir actually was.
"Haven't seen you in years, Donohue. Who is that with you? Are they armed?"