Lorelei | Werewolf | Nomads | Provider | 22 Years Old
Location: Temporary Camp | Mentions: Vincent Pierce, Calida, Hazel

Lorelei found this amusing to say the least. Watching him struggle to hold his tongue. Watching his eyes narrow. She could hear the beat of his heart, if she tried hard enough. Someone was angry. How sweet. She didn’t wait around to see if he was going to do anything about her and her attitude. She was too focused on the chaos brewing in camp. It was no surprise that, when she arrived, she immediately got to slashing at the howlers that darted around them, shrieking and bleeding.

She wasn’t surprised to see the dogs rushing into the chaos. In fact, she was more than happy to see it. Maybe this would make this redhead seem like a good asset to have. Or at least the dogs. She took note of his refusal to move towards the Shaman and sighed. Did he have to be so squirrely? He was being smart, but still. “Alrighty, Sunshine, just don’t get in my way. If I hurt cha I don’t want it to be accidental.” It was a joke, but perhaps the lack of visible features made it harder to see it as such. And perhaps their interactions thus far didn’t exactly make it easier to pick up on, either. A mastermind, truly.

Lorelei batted the last howler near her, catching it deep in the shoulder with her blade, before she turned to… what the fuck was her name? Haley? Heather? Something with an H. “You and me both, girly. I’m gonna assume they took after some supplies.” Lorelei jerked a thumb over at Sunshine. “He’s with me.” Lorelei turned to see Calida reach camp, along with a few others. Lorelei turned and strut towards the Queen Bee, her bloodied hatchets twirling idly. “Calida,” Lorelei called, once there was an opening. “We have a guest. Figured he’d be worth something.” She gestured to Sunshine. “He has hunting dogs, and helped us with the howler’s situation while you were away with the others.” Not exactly a lie. They’re his dogs, so their actions go with his own. They were an extension of him, right? Yeah, that worked. “He could be useful, I think.”

Buttering up his actions seemed good. She hoped that would stay true.

Bishop | Shifter | Provider | 21 Years Old
Location: Temporary Camp | Mentions: Rafael, Ashes, Calida

There was nothing that Bishop could do now that people had swarmed them. She was hoping to recruit Ashes. They could use someone like her, evidently. She was swift and clearly had skill in strategy. But of course, the less-than-friendly calvary had to run in. Perhaps destroying any chance she had to do so. When Calida came up, looking as fearsome as ever, Bishop could only sigh. Heavily and overtly. What a mess. Before anything could get wild, she had slid to stand between Calida and Ashes. A hint of resentment sprouted in her chest. Werewolves just didn’t know how to be peaceful, did they? No surprise there.

It wasn’t long until Ashes decided to flee, throwing the bag back to them, and leaving with a farewell to her only. Bishop sighed again and gave her a wave, and a bright “Be safe!” She wished she could just give her the food. They had some to spare! This wasn’t the way to handle it. Bishop ignored Calida, and their fake display. Yeah, right. She wanted to growl out a retort. That she shouldn’t have come looking anyway. She knew how to handle things. That Calida wasn’t the only one who knew how to lead. At least Bishop didn’t try to solve everything with intimidation.

Instead, Bishop turned pointedly, shifting into her trademarked fox, and sprinted back to camp. It didn’t take them long to reach it, and when she did reach it, she immediately looked for Rafe. He had sounded like he was having fun before, but had been silent for a bit. Was he hurt? Certainly not by howlers of all things, but… “Rafael?” She called, cupping her hands around her mouth. Where was he?

• [ Vincent Pierce ] •
22 Years Old | Male | Loner | Unknown
Location: Temporary Camp | Mentions: Lorelei, Hazel, Calida

Vincent is all too glad once the chaos finally draws to an end, the last of the howlers dispersing and vanishing into the surrounding wildness to leave the temporary camp in disarray. Bags of supplies lay strewn across the ground, the fabric of a few torn open in the struggle between beast and er...more human beast. He'd grown up knowing shifters and werewolves existed, but it's another thing entirely seeing them. Watching the people around him shift from person to animal and back again so fluidly was still a tad jarring.

Orchid and Hibiscus swiftly return to his side, panting from blood-stained maws. Well. At least someone had fun. Only then does Vincent attentively let Rose's paws touch the ground, her tail wagging furiously as the adults moved to greet her. Lorelei's wry comment during the battle hadn't gone unmissed and while not edging closer to any particular person here let alone the supposed Shaman he's certainly put some distance between him and her. The approach of someone new, repeating what Lorelei herself asked the camp not so long ago confirms the fact their leader wasn't here yet and Vincent can't help feeling all the more nervous for it.

None too soon another group comes strolling into camp and Lorelei addresses a pale-haired woman he assumes must be the aforementioned Calida. She didn't exactly look to be in a good mood; not that he could blame her considering current circumstances. He won't say a word until addressed by her, not even able to meet the stone-faced werewolf's gaze. Instead, he finds himself looking to the new stranger again. She'd been someone he saw shift during the commotion, a painted dog that his own canines paid little mind to, as if they somehow could tell the difference. He wondered if she'd chosen a canid form for their benefit, or if he was thinking too much about what he would've become if he could change.

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• [ Rafael Ramírez ] •
25 Years Old | Male | Warrior | Shifter
Location: Outskirts - Temporary Camp | Mentions: Damian, Sekhmet, Bishop

Rafael visibly grimaces as the word sir is used to address him, glancing back at Damian. "Ew. Don't call me sir. Do I look like a sir to you? I'm not your boss and I don't want to be so no need to be so formal," he remarks before making haste back to camp, aiming a few swipes at any lingering howlers and sending them on their way. Imagine someone calling him of all people sir. Horrendous. "Seems like we missed most of the action on that little outing," he adds once the others catch up, noting the state of the clearing.

Lord. What a mess. At least it was a little something to get the blood pumping. They could all use a bit of adrenaline for the journey to come. In a few more steps he's shifted back from jaguar to man, a familiar voice calling his name steering him back in Bishop's direction. The sight of someone new that wasn't there before makes him do a double-take along with the trio of clearly non-shifter dogs, but considering they don't seem to be a threat at the moment that's not any of his business. Calida was the boss bitch around here she could handle it.

"So, what did I miss?" He asks, sensing Bishop wasn't near as jubilant as she was when he left.