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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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Enemy werewolves don't exactly breed much optimism, really.

[ Assessing the sickle-sword, Derek cracks his neck and breathes out noisily before he nods. Time to get a move on. ]

Well, so long as I don't wind up crossing paths with him I think we'll be all right. [ He doesn't know if they're fighting grown wolves or not, those with more experience than him, but he's not going to sit idly by. ]

From the sounds of it, he's on babysitting duty. More power to him.

[Tybalt follows after Derek, listening carefully for anyone coming by]

How on earth did they get in, anyway?

Someone has to keep an eye on the non-combatants.

[ Derek certainly isn't going to. Every instinct in him screams to go and find the threat himself, one he's faced before in different circumstances. ]

I don't know. They had to get through the mists somehow-- it could be why they've been circling us so much instead of attacking.

The Mist? The spells you use to fool the mortals? They can't see through it?

As far as I know, some can and some can't.

[ It's not something he's ever considered before, and he's less than thrilled. ]

You'd think it'd be either/or, not both. It would make our lives easier, at least.

[Tybalt stops when he hears something, only to move once he realizes it's just a rat. Probably one of Nick's]

It'd make our lives easier if mortals were the same.

[ Derek snaps his attention to the sound, but it's too small to be one of the wolves so he's moving on alongside the magician not a moment later. ]

True.

[They're getting closer to the fighting now and Tybalt speeds up]

Can you tell how many there are from here?

[ Narrowing his eyes, Derek pushes his senses outwards, focusing away from Tybalt and trying to reach the fighting. ]

Maybe half a dozen, give or take. There could be more waiting, or already in the camp.

Right. You go towards the fighting, I'll do a quick check of the area for more. Fair?

Fair. Watch yourself, Tybalt.

[ He shoots him a quick look, jaw tight and a flash of blue in his eyes, before he goes ahead of him. ]