[color=0076a3][center][b]Marrec[/b][/center][/color]

Marrec was contemplating a blade that amounted to a short sword, unsure if he would prefer guns or knives, since usually he just relied on physical strength. The recollection of the guns he had confiscated from the hunters helped Marrec decide, so he plucked a couple handguns off the wall, popped the magazines free and began to load them up with ammunition. Markus' arrival turned his concentration, though he kept on eye on what his hands were doing.

[color=a36209]“After all these years as Ulfric, you’d think it would get better..” 
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A laugh rolled out of Marrec's mouth as he shook his head. [color=004b80]"Then you'd get bored and slow and be less prepared for when the rare event [i]did[/i] occur."[/color] Marrec put on a double holster shoulder rig that settled below either arm, following up with a loose coat stashed nearby for just such an occasion.

[color=a36209]“Got a inventory of what ammunitions we need to fill up on in town?” [/color]

[color=0076a3]"Yeah, I do. What did you have the Bolverk do?" [/color]he asked curiously, having seen the man mixed in with the others in the kitchen and knowing the hunters would be taken into town. Slipping the two guns into place as well as two extra magazines, Marrec turned to look at the wall of knives with a discerning eye. He turned towards the door when he heard movement, followed by Sam's arrival. 




[color=8882be][b][center]Sam[/center][/b][/color]

Her attention turned inward as Sam contemplated the upcoming tasks, concerned about the ritual given the pack’s lack of a [i]Vargamor[/i], or pack priestess. As if Markus was moving along the same wave length, Sam heard him suggest such a position to his Lupa. Curious to see Valerie’s response, the Geri lifted her head and focused her ears and attention on the pair, only to be surprised by the other woman’s willingness to step forward into a more active role. She was certainly intrigued by the upcoming evening now, that was for certain. Grabbing a piece of french toast from the ever-moving plate, Sam considered changing to even more ragged and worn clothing, but decided it wasn't worth the event.

Sliding off her stool, Sam started to follow after Markus, only to have her progress arrested by the Lupa's announcement to meet back in the kitchen once everyone else was gone. Unsure of what time frame that implied, she decided simply to move with her typical fast-paced stride towards the armory and the Ulfric. Coming up on Markus and Marrec, Sam blocked the doorway with her lean frame, arms folded loosely across her stomach.

[color=8882be]"The lone werewolf, James, said some old crone in town told him how to get here. If there are people spreading tales about us... be careful. Perhaps we need to set up a couple people in town as look-outs, as well. Some of us are well-known enough to blend in as normal,"[/color] she mentioned pointedly, looking at Marrec with the recollection that he had been a teacher. A frown knit her brow as she considered the potential ramifications if the people of Odessa began to seriously question the house in the mountains. It helped that most of the pack still maintained their normal lives within the city of Odessa, but enough werewolves had started to live and regularly visit the pack house that perhaps they were attracting attention.

[i]Well, of course we are. Those two hunters are here and even if they don't mean us harm, there will be some that will,[/i] she thought worriedly, fretting her lower lip between her teeth for a moment. [color=8882be]"Perhaps I should go to town instead."
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[color=82ca9d][center][b]Sasha[/b][/center][/color]

On the tail of the Lupa's order to meet back, Sasha slowly unfolded her long legs and stepped away from the table, dark eyes scouring the kitchen without settling on any particular face. Shaking back the thick main of dreadlocks, the woman approached the kitchen's main passage with a predatory grace allowing her to move in a swaying, stalking gait. Once she arrived at the open archway, she stopped only to turn around.

[color=82ca9d]"Anyone who chooses patrol can meet me outside when you're done with breakfast, which should be in under twenty minutes,"[/color] she said, contralto voice vibrating on the air. [color=82ca9d]"Back deck,"[/color] she added as she turned to look at the human man, Blanc. Reaching forward to curve a long-fingered hand over his shoulder, she used her other hand to gesture towards the door. [color=82ca9d] "You should come with me to find Markus and we can take you back to town." [/color]