Sasha
Night before: once North had fallen asleep, Sasha gently lifted her and carried her to a nearby unoccupied bedroom that included a private bathroom. She wrote a quick note detailing that she would meet the girl in the kitchen some time after 9 the following morning. Before leaving North for the night, Sasha dropped off a tub of women's clothing that the pack had slowly collected from thrift stores for just such occasions. Once done, Sasha reverted to homid form and gave a languorous stretch.
She was heading towards her own quarters when a noise announced someone beyond the house's walls, though by the muffled quality, she didn't think they were too close. Weary enough that she couldn't bother being surprised, she changed her direction and slide out the front door, only to catch the scent of human not far off.
Winter used to mean peace and quiet, she thought balefully as she jumped off the porch and approached the line of trees.
A young and rather delicate looking man was not terribly far away, though Sasha began to lose interest in her hunt just before she came upon him. He was rubbing his shoulder and covered in snow, looking decided disheveled. Without much preamble and once learning he was rather lost, Sasha offered him a place to stay for the night and led him to the coachman's house that was often empty unless it was the morning following a full moon, when the majority of the pack came to the house to shift.
After settling him in the furthest and most remote of the rooms, Sasha explained in brief detail how to find the main house and kitchen and told him to come by whenever he woke up the following morning.
@TheHangedManMorning:Sasha rolled out of bed early, sliding out of her mate's arms and quickly getting ready for the new day. She had to inform Marcus of the unarmed, seemingly oblivious human that she had stashed away in the coachman's house. Although not the kindest of people, Sasha couldn't just let the poor fellow stumble around until he met some unfortunate icy grave.
Padding through the house, she cocked her head and listened for the sound of voices.
Marrec
Marrec poked his head out of the closet when he heard the two men start moving around downstairs. An exasperated sigh followed the second tumble of the pillow down from the shelf, which Marrec proceeded to grab and smash onto the shelf for the third time. Grumbling to himself, there werewolf exited the closet, closed the door behind him, and went to the locked door that stood between him and William.
He was about to begin unlocking the door to the basement when Markus came around the corner. Turning towards the Ulfric, Marrec listened attentively to the list of orders.
“Ah… Hello my friend I am.. Home. Up in the den there are two dead bodies. Go get the Bolverk send him to me. Clean up the bodies. Then go replace the hunter’s bullets with blanks. First give me my pistol though.” “Of course, Markus. The kid has a wound on his head – I was going to get him a first aid kit or something. I'll bring one on the way back, assuming they're still alive.” Chuckling, Marrec fished the borrowed pistol out from his jeans and handed it to the Ulfric before leaving to complete his errands and in search of the Bolverk. On the way, he grabbed the bodies and brought them to a large room that had once been a bedroom before it had been turned into miniature clinic. Setting the bodies down, he backed out and shut the door. Satisfied that the werewolves wouldn't be startled by stumbling over corpses enroute to the kitchen, Marrec struck off in hopes of quickly locating the pack's Bolverk
@Urukhai.
Sam
Sam woke slowly, mind unwilling to surface from hazy, pleasant dreams. She stretched beneath the thin cotton sheet, twisting her body and yawning loudly. Forcing her eyes open, she eyed the ceiling for a long moment before struggling into a sitting position. Given the drag of sleep that still clung to her, Sam wasn't initially sure why she was awake, only to notice James was awake as well.
Swinging her legs off the bed, Sam rose to her feet with a lithe grace and glanced at James. Dark eyes sought his as she moved towards the cabin's door.
“Let's walk to the pack house so we can get some clothes and food.” As she said it, her stomach grumbled, reminding Sam that she had skipped dinner due to the eventful evening. She pushed her way out of the cabin, propping the door open with her hip as she waited for James to walk past her.
“How'd you become a werewolf?” Sam asked the question in a light tone, though she knew the question could very well bring ugly memories to the surface.