Rylan bowed her head, nodding as acknowledgement to her scolding, signing a quick apology. This certainly wasn’t time for games, she had realized. She thought to the stories Mehmet had told the pack often, of the horrible people who could even hurt their Alpha. It was unimaginable that those very people actually exist and are ready for them here and now. Rylan finally understood the tension wasn’t just for the closeness of old rivals but the calm before the storm.

She was startled from the sudden rapping, and it took all of her control to not shift then and there. She could smell the scent of human and all this talk of Cacciatori had started putting her on edge. She wasn’t surely the only one, including those in her pack even members of the coven seemed unsettled. Rylan watched Riley open the door, and almost expected the humans to flood in. They didn’t, thankfully, and she could hear them speak about something of a barbeque. She shook her head at the thought of food once more, waiting for any sign of what they should do next.

Rylan watched as both leaders went into the kitchen, and strained her ears to try and hear whatever they were talking about. She, however, couldn’t hear over the noises of the others, and simply waited. She took to doodling once more, but couldn’t continue as she couldn’t stand sitting around any longer. They were certainly sitting ducks by staying all in the same place, no matter how far away they were. Maybe they had enough time to escape before they were surrounded? 

[i]Would the vampires work with us if we had to fight?[/i] She wondered, knowing her pack would work together to fend off whatever enemy. Rylan wasn’t sure if the coven worked the way they did by means of combat strategy. In her opinion, they didn’t seem very team work oriented, but then again, she knew almost the same about the vampire ways as she did about the Cacciatori. She looked over towards the vampires then back to her pack, and realized they were only mingling and conversing with their own kind. This could be her chance to break the ice.

She spotted a coven member who seemed friendly enough; then again, Rylan thought everyone looked friendly enough. With a smile, she walked over to him, holding up her Conversation Pad that had read “Hello, friend! Name’s Rylan!” She hoped the other werewolves would do the same and interact with their hopefully new buddies.