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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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[Well, wolf in the technical sense. After the bomb, Lora turned into a human to minimize the stench. Didn't work too well, but whatever.

She hears Derek approach and smirks, turning around to face him. There's blood--Scott's blood--on her hands and around her mouth]

Oh, this is rich. They've got one?

[ A low snarl leaves him in response, his ears pinning back as he takes in the blood on her hands, her mouth. Derek can feel his heart clenching hard in his chest, and his alignment is more than obvious in his anger.

Where is he. If she's bitten Scott, left him somewhere-- ]

[Lora just laughs]

If you're worried about that abomination of a demigod, he's over by the tree. Or his body is. I don't know if his kind can take the bite.

[She rolls her neck]

Wonder what'll happen if I bite you.

[She leaps at Derek, transforming into a sleek black wolf]

[ The blue in his eyes flares brighter at her laughter and answer, and Derek growls low in his throat. He needs to get to Scott, but he's not about to let the older wolf leave without retribution, not when she could do the same to someone else.

She attacks first, but he springs forward to meet her, jaws opened wide. This isn't going to be an easy fight, and he knows it, but there isn't a bone in him telling him to run instead. ]

[She bounds over his jaw, kicking him in the head with her hind paw as she lands behind him. Her mouth is open in a wolfish laugh, teeth still stained red from Scott's blood]

[ Body jerking down with the kick, he stabilizes himself before rounding on her. She can laugh all she wants, but he's bound and determined to be the one laughing in the end. He lunges at her, a snarl ripped out of him as he bares his teeth. ]

[She rears back to scratch him across the muzzle, snarling right back. She's not sure who this wolf is or why he's not one of Lyacon's, but she's going to get rid of him]

[ A low yelp leaves him, and he rears back, snout clawed and bloody. But it doesn't stop him, because the moment he recovers from the assault he launches himself at her again, white teeth snapping. New Rome's been lost for months, and this is effectively his new home. Derek doesn't care that he's a "traitor" to Lycaon, he's not losing anyone else. ]

[Derek's attack throws Lora off for a moment and she hits the ground with the younger wolf on top of her. She snarls, snapping at him and trying to claw out his stomach]

[ Lora is bigger than him, enough to make a difference, and obviously older. But he's going to use it to his advantage as much as possible, and he tears into her where he can, teeth and claws, ignoring the sharp pain from her attempts to counter. ]

[He gets her good in the eye and she howls in pain, no longer trying to hurt Derek so much as get away from him and get something to heal this with. Holy Mother, but that hurts]

[ Tenacious as he is, the other wolf's fight is enough to get him loose-- Derek rolls from where he lands and scrambles to get his paws in order underneath him, trying to block out the pain in his muzzle and belly. ]

[As soon as Derek is up, Lora is scrambling and running off to find whoever has the healing stuff. She knows Derek's scent now, though, and she will find him one day. That son of a bitch is going to die.]

[ It's not the victory that he'd want, not the retribution he'd seek for Scott, but Derek lets out a booming snarl after her. It goes both ways; he knows her scent now, and has left his mark.

For now, though, he has to go to the pine and find Scott. ]