Sasha – Skoll
Idly twisting a dreadlock around a long, slender finger, Sasha watched the wolf scarf down the food. The blazing fire warmed her skin, lulling her into a state of drowsiness. As the urge to return to homid form surfaced, Sasha dismissed it with the knowledge that communicating with the werewolf would be more difficult and likely result in a headache that medicine wouldn't fix. As the other's voice touched upon her mind, Sasha offered a slight smile.
If it's no trouble, I'd like to turn back as soon as possible.Alright. The Ulfric is not in the House presently, but I will inform him of your need when he returns. Sasha tilted her head, listening for the sounds that marked others as individuals, such as the tread of their feet or the lilt of their voices. Markus had a louder voice than most, and stepped both more surely and heavily, unless he was trying to be quiet. She had to adjust for the newcomers, registering them in the meticulously organized system that was her brain.
You can explore the house if you'd like. Or sleep. What is your name? Sasha stopped herself before several more questions came forth, seeking not to cause any further duress. She stared at the wolf with discerning eyes, contemplating the potential reasons the wolf was unable to shift back, from exhaustion to fear. Though she didn't necessarily intend to convey the thought, it still spilled over.
Have you tried meditating?Marrec – Hati
When the hunter moved outside, Marrec did as well, though he kept to the shadows that claimed dominion near the house's wall. Although he sparred Acacia a flicker of attention, Marrec wasn’t overly concerned with the other werewolf’s whereabouts. Acacia had always been a bit beyond his comprehension, seeming to be outside the more earthy tendencies of the average werewolf and not often mingling to the same extent, like a bird amongst squirrels or something. He had never really known how to make friends beyond the easy, superficial levels, so it wasn't really surprising that he knew so very little about some of his pack members.
Turning to the hunter, Marrec concentrated on staring a hole into the man's back, though not with any particular animosity. He still held the gun Marcus had given him, unsure if he wanted three guns tucked into his pants – it surely increased the odds of shooting his gonads off. A soft chuckle escaped Marrec's mouth, only to be arrested by a new scent, followed by the sight of a new person. The young and bloodied man didn't seem to notice Marrec, which was reasonable since Acacia was the primary focus, and Marrec really couldn't compete against a woman.
As incredulity sank in, a dark brow winged upward and a full sigh gusted from the enforcer, who was becoming paranoid that it was actually the full moon and that's why so many weird things had occurred. Or perhaps the winter was simply stirring up restlessness and causing people to wander from their homes. Being a werewolf meant an innate knowledge of the moon, however, which meant it wasn't a full moon that was causing such oddities.
Maybe Odessa isn't so small anymore, he wondered.
Sam – Geri
How did they die? Was it you?As his voice slid through her mind, acquiring a rather pleasant tone, Sam released a quick and sharp snarl. He couldn't really understand what had transpired, but the accusation burned enough to cause the dark wolf to slide forward into a more aggressive stance. Markus drew her attention when he moved forward, and she initially thought he was going to attack the fellow, but instead the Ulfric approached their fallen and began to take up the burden of their bodies. Not wanting to be in the way, Sam stepped aside and paced forward, placing herself between the dead werewolves and the stranger until Markus had lifted them and began to leave.
Her head dipped in acquiesence to Markus's request to handle the new wolf, at which point she turned completely to face him and forced the issue of her murdered pack members aside. When he began to relax and no longer appeared overtly aggressive, Sam copied him and settled back on her haunches, though a deadly grace was never more than a swift spring away.
No, she finally said, flashing a quick image of her coming upon the bodies towards the male werewolf.
We seem to be attracting hunters...and strange wolves. Who are you?Raising up from her sitting position and trotting forward, Sam made a wide circle around the strange wolf, using her nose and eyes to assess him as she did so. Her second circle was slightly closer, but she opted not to close the distance and instead stopped so that she was facing him from only a few feet away.
What do you want?