He looks towards her as well, but before he has a chance to speak, he's interrupted. 

"Quiet," he warns.

And a familiar face appears. He approaches the werewolf, now more nervous than before. It could be the weapons.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" 

Jay catches the whispered conversation, and manages to locate approximately where they are, but she can't quite make them out.

Her attention is drawn back to the clearing. And that's Chris Argent, which really, Jay should've been expecting. She digs out her phone shielding the screen to stop the light giving her away. No message from Tantalus. She'd gripe at him later.

Tantalus hasn't sent her a text because he's been a bit distracted following the Argents and trying not to get caught doing it. There's a lot of weapons there, and he prefers keeping all his blood inside him, thank you very much. He's hidden in among the trees, crouched down behind a bush.

He isn't liking what he's seeing. This looks far too much like a set up, and he's not entirely sure the person caught is the actual target.

Gerard is the only other Argent there, of course.

It wouldn't do to put an Argent woman in the field again, not after what happened to his reckless daughter. 

He waits his turn.

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear!"

There may only be two Argents here, but there are plenty of hunters to back them up.

"You're not from here, are you? Are you?!"

"No. No, I came- I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything, I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance, he wasn't, I swear." 

That explains the ambulance at least. Tantalus eases himself closer, trying to catch a glimpse of facial expressions and body language. The number of hunters here means that he can't intervene, even if he wanted to. He manages to get eyes on Argent Senior, stood patiently, as though waiting for some unknown cue.

Tantalus reaches, almost reflexively, for his gun. He could get away with one, Jay risking it wouldn't have been wise. He leaves it in its holster, but keeps his hand resting on it.

Jay has her knife held flat against her thigh, and is watching the scene carefully from around the edge of her tree. This is an interrogation, but something tells her that giving the right answers isn't necessarily going to go the way this wolf hopes it will. She's counting heads, seeing what the odds would be, and the answer is too high. Besides, there's no guarantee that the guy isn't lying about not hurting anyone living to save his own hide - she certainly wouldn't be admitting to anything in his position.

Indeed, as if the stars have aligned and the perfect moment has come, he steps in front of his son, lifting his sword. 

"Gentleman! Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?"

"An omega."

"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down- maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice."

Tantalus rubs his forehead for a second, because he can see exactly where this is going. He pulls his gun out, and checks his clip. Aconite bullets. He has a lighter in his pocket. Well. Time to see if Jay's info about how to cure aconite poisoning is accurate. He screws the suppressor into place.

If he gets himself shot, he is so totally blaming her.

He stands, aims for the omega's lower left stomach and fires.

Taking a deep breath, he strides into the clearing, gun held lax at his side.

Jay hear's the distinctive sound of a suppressed gun going off and her head snaps around just in time to see Tantalus stride into the clearing, a dangerous look on his face.

"Really?" she mutters, more to herself than anything else, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers.

She gets ready to step out if it looks like things are going to head south.

"Well," Tantalus says, lips curving into a none-too-pleasant-smile. "Glad to have finally caught up with this bugger. I thank you for your assistance, but I think I've got it from here."

Mr. Argent seems a bit thrown. 

"I can't say I know what you mean."

"Oh, it's really very simple. This man wants the kill for himself. Tell me, how do you plan to do it? Slow poisoning is cruel, but it's not the most painful, is it." 

"Precisely," Tantalus agrees, inclining his head. "I've been tracking him for a while now. I'd feel rather put out if I had to concede my kill."

He tilts his head considering. "Poisoning them is a fairly good way of making sure they're slightly less agile. And then, if time permits, you have the leisure to...have a little fun while you're waiting on it doing it's. I can't help but notice that you have a shock-baton there, electricity is one way of doing things, but there are others. Knives, acid. Shooting out various joints." He pulls out his lighter with his spare hand, in a way that seems absent as he flicks the flame off and on.

"Really rather depends on what path you want to go down." He lifts his gun to look at it. "Or, you can just treat it how you would any other animal. Put it down, out of its misery. Then again, I care more about my dog than I do about one of these. And sometimes you have to send a message."

Jay keeps a careful eye on the area the two other wolves were in, hoping they won't try to intervene. She still hasn't decided whether to make herself known. Right now though, it doesn't sound like he needs her help.

Then again, she doesn't know how hard a sell it's going to be to get these guys to leave.

"Oh, yes. As needs must. We do what we have to. I think we'll have to leave this one in his very capable hands, don't you, Chris?"

"Whatever you want. Boys, let's pack it up."

Chris and the other men begin to leave, some befuddled, some disappointed. 

"I don't suppose you could send me a souvenir, after you're done with him?"