Location: Sierra Trailhead
Skills: N/A
Stella turned the scythe over and over in her hands, feeling the smooth handle in her hand, and traced the indents in the heft of it. She took step after step, even as her pup seemed to hide behind her, as if he sensed what was up ahead. Stella reached down and pet his head, to try to calm him as she heard the howling as well, and her steps started to go slower as her body tensed up. These howls didn't sound friendly and it clearly didn't fill Arbor with feelings of friendship and welcome.
As they walked up and saw the pack of Lycans, Stella tensed up, especially as he spoke. His voice sounded wrong. Everything about them was just wrong. She held Arbor close to her, and her eyes narrowed. He was clearly trying to get a rise out of Niah, and Stella could tell that this wasn't going well. He had done something to one of her friends. Was it the same friend that was gone? She didn't know. She couldn't ask now. All she could do was hold her scythe tighter and wait, and hope that this wouldn't turn to fighting. It probably would... but she could hope.