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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

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[ Gale's been working on traps ever since the announcement was made. Snares are his specialty, but there's more than just that out there, including a few things coated with silver. The instant the harpies went beserk, he rises from his bunk in the Invidia cabin, throwing on some clothes and light armor and. On his way out, he grabs his bow and the quiver filled with any leftover silver-tipped arrows, immediately heading for the woods.

The woods are like home to him. No werewolf is going to prowl through his home without a fight.

Moving carefully, quietly, Gale makes his way through the woods, alert and ready to fire the arrow he's already nocked at a moment's notice. Though he doesn't stick to just one path, he makes sure to swing in close enough to each one of his traps to see if they've been sprung. ]

[Mike wakes up from the same dream he's had every night for months, the howls of Fenrir, thrashing against his bonds, fading into the screams of the harpies. And Gale's up and heading out. Mike slides out of his bunk with a thump, grabbing for his shoes and armour.]

Wait, we shouldn't be out alone.

[He grabs his sword and gun belt and then he's ready. He won't delay Gale by much.]

[ There's a small, prideful voice in the back of his head telling Gale that he doesn't need someone to accompany him. The blood of Invidia is running hot in his veins, ready to retaliate against these werewolves that are infiltrating their camp for no reason other than hurt the innocent people here. It's infuriating that they would even think of doing this, especially since there's nothing been done to provoke it. At least, nothing that he knows of.

Still, Mike has a point, so Gale pauses long enough for him to catch up. He eyes the weapons warily, thinking that he's glad he doesn't have to lug a sword with him, but at the same time, he wishes he still had it, just in case one of them gets close enough that his bow becomes useless. ]

I'm heading to the woods to check on the traps. [ Come with me, or don't. It doesn't need to be said. ]

[The second the harpies screamed, Annie was awake. She'd never slept well in the first place, but being awoken by screams that weren't her own? That was new. But just like everyone else, she knew what was going on. Armed with a communication shield in addition to her own, Annie wasted no time in dressing in her armor. Her hair is pulled back into two pigtails, braided intricately to keep her messy hair out of her face. Her usual hair clip is out of her hair, having come to take the form of a trident, capped with silver (thanks, Lydia!), her weapon of choice.

At first, she summoned the rest of the First Cohort, giving them directions: a select group was given orders to help escort non-combatants to safety, and the others were told to take to the front lines. Annie herself crept through the woods, always in sight of the river, still running despite the cold air.

She can sense movement out of the corner of her eye and turns, trident at the ready. But- no. Gale.] Did you trap the area?

[Only it's not Gale.

It is one very distraught and upset strange teenaged boy. He doesn't see Annie, too busy trying not to panic]

I told them this wasn't the job for me, oh god I told them I am not meant for killing. Why the fuck did I think that bite was a good idea--

[He trips, panicking and turning into a wolf as he falls. Abraxas is not very good at this. Not very good at this at all]

[Definitely not Gale. And not anyone she recognized from camp, either. Keeping her back to a tree, she turned an ear towards him, trying to disconcert his mumbling.

No, no, Abraxas isn't very good at this at all. The second Annie sees the wolf, she steps out from the tree, her trident aimed at him.]

If the bite was a bad idea, coming here was a worse one.

[Behind the wolf, she noticed something, something about how the branches at the base of the tree hit the snow, some sort of... line just barely visible. One of Gale's traps, what looked like a sort of trip-line.]

[Shit.

Brax is up on his legs and scrambling, trying to shift back and explain. He manages about half way before he starts babbling again]

L-look, I don't want to kill anyone. I really, seriously don't, unless you're in a computer. Just--just let me go and I swear I won't bother anyone.

[Good. Keep scrambling back. She presses forward. She's really not an intimidating site, though she supposes, the armor changes all that.] I can't do that. You came on to our territory. You came here looking to hurt people I care about, and I'm tired of people I love being killed. How do I know, if I let you go, you won't just run and tell the Red Room what you've seen here?

We didn't get a choice about being attacked. Why should I give you one about your consequences?

The--the who? Those freaky demigods? Dude, I don't them beyond being those freaky demigods I swear. I only took the bite at Thanksgiving like a dumbass. They made me come, I-I didn't know they were serious about killing people!

[Still scrambling, still trying to shift back into a full human]

[Beneath her helmet, Annie narrows her eyes.] I don't care.

[Just a few more steps, she thinks. C'mon, if he can hit the trip-wire, with any luck... She glances up for a second, noticing the cage. So that's the type of trap it was. Well done, Hawthorne.]

How do I know you're not just making it up? To try to get me to let you go? I'm not weak. I do not bend. If you didn't think they were serious, you shouldn't have come.

Dude, have you seen those guys? They'd kill me if I didn't come--ack!

[He hits the wire and bonks his head on the cage as it falls down on him]

What the fuck?!

You're in luck, because I'm not going to kill you. [Annie looks at the cage, a few of the bars seemingly coated in silver.]

But I'm not about to let you go, either.

[She pulls up her video shield.] I have one of the wolves captured in the woods. I suggest we find a suitable way to deal with him.

[Brax just slumps down, head burning from the silver on the bars but resigned. He hates his life.]

[ Gale materializes out of the woods about then, bow up and pulled back so it's ready to fire. He'd heard it when the trap was triggered, being only a little ways off, and immediately changed course to check it out. As he assesses the situation, he lowers his weapon, eyes flicking from kid in the silver-lined cage to Annie and back. He's definitely surprised, but he stays mute about it, instead giving the centurion an approving nod. ]

Did you catch him? [ Or maybe he just stumbled into it. That's the point of traps, after all, but Gale could've sworn he'd heard her saying something about it a moment ago, though that isn't proof of anything.

Whatever the case, they have a prisoner now and they need to do something about it. ] We should get him back to camp, [ he suggests. If they don't move the werewolf, there's a likely chance that one of his allies might try to release him. If they're smart, they can find a way even with the silver on the cage, and that's what he's concerned about.

Best not to underestimate your enemies, especially when they've already passed previously unbreakable boundaries. ]

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