[center][h1]North Ehlm, Val's Safehouse[/h1][/center][hr]
Wren listened carefully to Le Freys' words and gave a nod, slipping forward slowly as he watched him take the first tent, readying his gun for a moment. He readied himself before he headed over to the next tent, the tent he was told to look in and apprehend anyone who was inside.

The Wendigo spirit within Wren felt a vaguely familiar presence, a presence of another Wild. And this time, it wasn't the Mimicraptor; this was something [i]much[/i] larger and much more dangerous. There was a pause through Wrens' body, done [i]by[/i] the wendigo specifically.
[i][b][color=red]"Let me talk."[/color][/b][/i] The Wendigo hissed in Wrens' mind, which caused him to flinch as he stepped into the tent, accidentally nudging Vals' foot as he did so.

[i][b][color=red]"Idiot."[/color][/b][/i] The Wendigo said before he twisted his own soul to quickly take control of Wrens' body, small branch-like horns sprouting quickly from his temples as he did so.

[b][color=red]"We mean you no harm."[/color][/b] The Wendigo spoke calmly, a strange tone lingering over the words, [b][color=red]"We need you to come with us. I know you're of Wild Blood, the Ghost Corp needs to look you over. Come calmly and quietly and I won't have to do anything dangerous."[/color][/b]