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@NarcissisticPotato

Yes, but we can't simply end it abruptly. Strings need to be tied off with some realism, unfortunately. I guess I could initiate the time skip and have everyone briefly detail how they ended their night.
Sam


As Sam led James along Markus' trail, she took note of his words as they slipped across the surface of her mind. His voice had a pleasant tenor, though as yet the fellow still didn't stand out strongly to the Geri. She didn't suppose a new environment amongst strangers and dead werewolves was really the place to shine, so Sam didn't really try to hard to get a grasp of the fellow's true character. If he stuck around, she would make sure to learn about him.

Time would tell if she could trust him as part of the pack or if he would need to be chased out, since part of Sam's job as Geri was to protect the pack and keep an eye on things. Too many new werewolves could be dangerous, since it held the potential to cause dissention among the ranks if the newcomers were not as benevolent as they would seem. Markus was a fairly astute leader, but Sam still felt the value in having multiple eyes watching out for trouble.

As the hunting cabin came into sight, Sam couldn't help but respond to James' rather dreary response. Then what do you live for?

Once she ended up at the cabin, Sam turned to James. Shift back to homid form, please. Feeling assured that if the wolf tried anything, Markus was mere feet away, Sam crumpled to the ground and let the shift draw the human out from the wolf. She lost considerable mass, dark fur receding until only the mass of heavy dark tendrils swung around her bare shoulders and down her back. Standing straight, she gave James a look that could be constued as a warning and pushed open the cabin's door.

She moved with a casualness that suggested nudity was not abnormal nor something to become concerned over, since it was a common occurrence to shift and not always have clothing nearby. Becoming comfortable was a necessity in a pack of their size, and pack manners dictated that unless otherwise indicated as wanted, it was faux pas to address another werewolf's nudity. Offering a smile at the welcoming heat that billowed outward from the open door, Sam stepped inside.

Sasha


Names had little value to Sasha, so she wasn't overly concerned with North's unwillingness to provide a name she'd been given by someone else anyway. Instead, she focused on the real issue at hand, surfing through memories and plucking words she'd heard from her mate when he had first been helping her control the wild wolf that came snarling out with ease and frequency in her first few months.

Meditate. Calm your wolf... put it to sleep, kind of, like using a lullaby. When you're in lycaon form, you blend with the wolf and stand side by side in a way. In lupus form, the wolf has the wheel and is awake. If you lull the wolf sufficiently, you might be able to shift back without our Ulfric's aid. You're in a state of distress, so your wolf half is the stronger for that, but if you let it think it's time to relax, it may step back.

Sasha leaned forward, propping her arms on her knees as she addressed North. Her ears constantly shifted as sounds carried through the house, on high alert for any shouts or screams that might be issued from outside. She hoped to be of help to North, since she wasn't sure when Markus would be back.
Marrec


Marrec watched as the human and Acacia struggled to interact, eyeing the young man's injury with a critical eye. Despite the weapon, Marrec could practically smell innocence oozing from the fellow, so he wasn't inclined to do anything particularly hasty – and to Marrec, most things were hasty when it came to werewolves. When Acacia approached the house and therefore the enforcer, he turned the weight of his dark glance upon her.

"She'd know someone who can help, wouldn't she? Is it okay if he comes through to see her, or must I go fetch her?"

“She is not without skill in healing, but perhaps she should come to the man and not the other way around. Sasha is inside, and she's not decent,” he warned, keeping his voice mild and conversational. From the behavior of William and Acacia in regards to keeping the human oblivious, Marrec knew it would ruin their efforts to see Sasha in her very intimidating lycoan form. He almost offered to go find the Lupa, but hesitated due to his obligation as enforcer. With some relief, the Hati heard the soft tread of the Lupa making her way towards them, and all too soon she was zooming in on the strange man and his blood-coated scent.

"Someone let Markus know there's an injured man here. Have him call when he's resolved his side of tonight's ventures. Expressly tell him that I allowed the stranger inside."

“I will,” he assured Valerie quickly, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a cellphone. “Sasha is inside, however, and she's kind of feeling a little... wolfish. We should probably keep him away from the den,” he advised with a barely suppressed grin. Turning his attention back to messaging Markus, the enforcer was flipping open his cellphone when a message flitted through, causing the phone to vibrate in his large hard. There is a pause in the man's breathing when he read the text message from his Ulfric.

“Me and Sam are fine. Found a new wolf. Two pack members are dead. They were killed by a human. RESTRAIN THE HUNTER DO NOT LET HIM LEAVE! Any other humans should be treated with extreme caution especially if armed. Treat them as hostile and restrain them as well if they come to close to the cabin. If they resist. Kill them.”

Black eyes lifted, settling on the man. Marrec relied on his instincts and those instincts told him this man wasn't the killer, but nonetheless Marrec would follow his orders. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward to block the lupa from entering with the human, suddenly appearing larger as he stood tall and looked down on them. He hesitated, unsure how to inform the lupa.

“Markus just sent a message – he says he's fine, but Sam came upon some... trophy hunting carcasses nearby. They're cleaning up. He also thinks some of William's friends might be wandering about, so we should make sure to flag them down and bring them inside. Somewhere safe.”

Despite the topic, a flash of triumph brightened Marrec's eyes at the subterfuge. Sam would be so proud of that, Marrec thought with wry amusement, knowing the Geri didn't think he had much of a brain to him.
Update


Due to the amount of players now accepted (with one more incoming) as well as the fact that I may be out of cellphone range for a week or so starting May 14th, I will be making @The Emperors Blade my co-GM.

During my absence, I will try not to be entirely absent. Any questions you need answered, please PM me and I will respond as soon as possible. You might get a faster response from Blade, though. I would say I'll try to post, but as I'll be enjoying nature... I really want to enjoy it, so I won't be trying very hard to post. Naturally, I'll move my characters aside as needed or only respond for Sam/my primary.

If @The Emperors Blade becomes power hungry and tries to force your characters into a harem, please alert me.
Sam


Her muzzle wrinkled in response to some old lady telling people how to find the Odessa pack, and Sam hoped the woman was being intensely discriminating about those she shared such information with. A trip into town would be needed to make sure the old crone wasn't going to be a problem, Sam supposed. She had a few other items to obtain, anyway, and knew there were several other wolves who probably would mind heading down for a day on the town.

A new werewolf, then, she pondered with some surprise. He hadn't been too interested in devouring the dead werewolves, which Sam thought was fairly impressive – newer werewolves were perhaps the most bestial in nature, giving way to the wolf in a more complete manner in those first few months. It had been a scary time for Sam, but that might have been due to the enclosure she'd been kept in by her initial and temporary self-made Ulfric. A shake moved down the dark wolf's body as she jarred herself to the present, refocusing on James.

You are a werewolf, so I think you should get used to hunters and their legacy of slaughter, she recommended seriously, not following his glance to the blood splatters behind her. As well as learn how to avoid them, Sam added as an afterthought.

Standing back on all fours, Sam paced a few feet from James. Speaking of hunters, perhaps we should head back – while I don't mind a good fight, I'd rather do it on my own terms. You have seen the Ulfric of the Odessa pack, and I am the Geri. You are welcome to stay so long as you offer no harm... and have some use, she added, thinking some of the werewolves were basically overgrown children. Providing, of course, the Ulfric doesn't say otherwise.

She suddenly turned tail and leapt several feet forward, blurring past the blood and reaching Markus' path of departure. Follow me, James, and spill any beans you have on the way. Despite the mild tone Sam used, there was a sharp, cunning mind judging the other wolf.
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Medical expertise would also be helpful for the wounded human outside your door. You know, if Valerie felt inclined to help.


I agree. Perhaps Valerie should go help the poor little dude.
@ViolentViolet

Sure.
You could make your lupa have some training in medical care? Might give her more to do in the future, if that's desirable.
@Guess Who

Nah. I was referring to Blanc Ryan. =P
@TheHangedMan

Pretty darn high, it'd seem.

I'd say that up until about a mile from the house, there's no longer a road or path - they've been intentionally covered up as well as nature taking over the untended. The house is still a house, so it'd be visible from higher peaks in the mountains or from airplanes and such, but people simply can't find a way to get there by path, and going off the path is dangerous anyway.

If determined, one could get there. Or if wounded and wandering around, I guess... So accidental would mean just ditching any clear path.
@TheHangedMan@Ultimate Spidey

I'd say fairly deep. Inaccessible except off-road vehicles, perhaps? No other houses would be located nearby, since the house comes with considerable surrounding land. They can't hear howling and gunshots at the house, but if the wolves spread out they might. However, hunting isn't abnormal, so any gun shots heard (besides gun fights) would likely be dismissed.
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