As the others arrived, Kanoa listened to what they had to say. She was glad they had eased into this 'weirdness' so easily, not many people could hear the word shapeshifter and start to think of countermeasures right away. August suggested they use call signs, Kanoa stared at the dog ears on her hat. That hat was criminally adorable, she needed a hat like that. She blinked and her brain reminded her that it was trying to work here. Call signs were a good idea, however, there was a problem with them in this situation. Jackson alluded to said problem, It could in fact be anywhere, they couldn't be sure that nothing was listening to them at this very moment. 'Getting closer...' She thought to herself, there was a simple solution to this issue, and she wondered if any of them had thought of it. 

Raven spoke, causing her to jump slightly as she turned to her and realized she was about a foot away from launching the girl off the swing. She stopped pushing the lolita and put her hands in her pockets. "We can leave now actually, no need to wait any longer." She said. There was still a few members missing, but she had a feeling she would run into them later. Kanoa stepped out of the playground's wood chip flooring just as Maxwell spoke. She gazed quizzically at the leaf in his hand as it quickly shriveled. Now here was something she wasn't so familiar with. The eerie feeling she got from him made much more sense now. An aura that was both cold and inviting, what else could that be but death? She would need to look into his condition later, that was for sure.

"Huh, that explains why the gardening club has been so upset lately... But uh, I have a simpler method. If we ever get separated and run into each other, just say where our meeting room is. It's something we all know, so it doesn't have to be said right now." Nodding her head in satisfaction, Kanoa turned towards the forest. "Well, let's go."

Stepping under the trees it wasn't long before they were all under a blanket of shade, though thankfully it was not dark enough to require a flashlight. "Say..." Kanoa said to the group as she leaped over a mossy log. "Have any of you heard the stories of the mythical Kitsune?"