It happened fast -- black late, blue ice, green thunder, white wolf -- a cacophony of color, a rainbow of ruin, and Daisy was frozen, stupid and useless and unwitting as the proverbial deer in the headlights of a massive fucking shit storm. 

One minute, she'd been talking to Veti, not looking at Veti, quiet when she finished, because Veti needed it, though the gratitude made her stomach turn (if she received even [i]one[/i] more undeserved thanks, she was sure she was going to burst into flame) and then Veti was gone, and everyone was freaking about the wolf that had killed Aislinn, indirectly, at least. Daisy was surprised to find the thought filled her with an acrid sort of detached rage, as if someone else had told her to feel angry, and she was complying. She was just trying to puzzle out the strangeness of it all -- it paled, somehow, in comparison to the almost painfully banal introductions going on around her. She pretended not to hear what their own werewolf had said, instead glaring at the recipient of her words. Fucking newbies. There was always one -- and then she was in the air, and on her back, feeling her inhuman lungs spasm back into life. Or something. 

Artie was over her in a second, making a sound somewhere between a whine and a growl, and it took Daisy just half a second to figure out what had happened. 

Of [i]course[/i] it was Jay-Jay. 

To its credit, the Wight was already in attack mode, Veti beside him, though everyone else stilled appeared somewhere in varying stages of shock. 

And Daisy...Daisy was trying to wonder whether the thing had a soul. 

She knew of only one way to figure out. 

"Artie," she barked, without taking her eyes off the towering thing. "C'mon. Let's go introduce ourselves." She hauled herself up onto his back, his true form writhing beneath her under a mass of rotting fur and rippling (decaying) muscles. In her left hand was the glittering aura of her Scythe, seconds before it took form as a Disney-princess-esque crossbow. Hackneyed, perhaps, but effective. She just needed to test a theory. 

And then Artie was galloping off while Daisy prepared to go all Hunger Games on the big wolf. 

"Too many fucking dogs here," she muttered.