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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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[Meet Walt Martin, amateur cryptozoologist, professional photographer and part time hunter, full-time ball of blurting energy.

See, the thing about Walt being a part time hunter? His thing is...don't shoot unless it shoots you first. He's a Jersey boy born and bred and spends pretty much every single weekend traipsing up and down the Pine Barrens looking for that elusive critter, The Jersey Devil. He knows he's out there. He's gotta be.

Werewolves are his dad's thing. But they're a whole other story.

He's got two pistols on him and he knows how to use them, but he'd definitely prefer not to, for his sake.]

[Mike spotted Walt and almost did something he'd regret, but after a second of observation it was clear that he wasn't a predator. Not the way a wolf would be. He's got guns and it looks like he's fairly comfortable carrying them, but Mike's going to take what some might call a stupid risk, stepping out into the open. His sword is in its sheath and his gun is in its holster, his hands near them but not on them.]

Who are you and what are you doing here? You have about thirty seconds to explain or get out.

What- I- Wh- no, I-

[Walt blinks a few times, shaking his head and stepping back, and then taking a few breaths. You can do this, dude.]

You have to get out of the way, go back to safety!

I asked you a question.

[Did Mike's hands get closer to his gun? Maybe.]

And I haven't seen any wolves near this part of the border, just suspicious trespassers.

And I told you what to do so you should go and - go and go and do it! C'mon!

[Walt has a tendency to repeat himself when he's not sure of what to say. He's trying to sound commanding, but it's not working. He's mostly just shouting, voice full of energy.]

It's for your own good, dude!

I have a job to do, you're getting in my way. Tell me who you are and what you're doing here or stand down and get off this land.

[Mike doesn't have time for this bullshit. The kid's obviously no threat and he's reluctant to get violent, but he also doesn't want to leave him here totally unprotected... well, he has the guns. But Mike's faith in his ability to use them is dropping with every word from his mouth.]

Also, can you stop shouting? The woods do have monsters in them tonight.

I'm not shouting, this is my voice!

[And it actually is. Walt is kind of a loud guy. Which doesn't make for the best hunter. Or the best amateur cryptozoologist.

His hands go to his guns, holding onto them. He's not ready to point them at Mike yet, but...]

I have a job, too. Your job is to go back to...back to wherever it's safe! Your hideaway and stuff! C'mon, dude!

[Mike's hand drops to his gun when he sees Walt's move. He doesn't draw yet, but he's ready to do so at the first move Walt makes.]

Wrong. My job is to protect the camp, and you're welcome to try to stop me. I guarantee you won't succeed.

[Oh, shit - this kid's got guns, too. He picks up his guns, training them on Mike.]

Get back to safety, or I'll open fire.

[Mike's gun is up and aimed almost before his hand moves, it seems like. His hand is rock steady.]

I'm not a defenseless kid. I belong here in these woods, protecting people who are unable to fight these wolves off themselves, and you need to get out of the way and let me do my job.

Well, that's kind of my job, too. But it's also my job to get you away. The wolves? They're my target!

[His hands are shaking a little. Gods, he doesn't want to shoot, but he might have to...]

I don't care if you kill a wolf or two, but I'm not leaving the woods or my responsibilities. Get out of here before you do something stupid.

[Because right now he's pretty sure he can shoot a lot straighter than this kid can and if Walt pulls the trigger he's going to have to respond.]

I think I- I think I told you to get out of here, dude!

[It comes out as more of a shout than anything, his voice lilting upwards toward the end - but he's taken the safeties off his guns.]

Sorry.

[Mike didn't miss the safeties going off and he sighs. He didn't want to do this, but... he shoots, aiming for Walt's right hand. Then he's rolling forward with no other warning, trying to knock Walt off-balance and get the other gun before the hunter can shoot him.]

No, no- FUCK!

[Walt jumps out of the way as fast as he can, but now he's firing off two rounds in Mike's very general direction, not even bothering to aim. He just has to show this kid he means business.]

[Mike is fast enough to dodge and change directions, coming out of his roll with his gun still pointed at Walt, squeezing off another shot aimed at his kneecap. He doesn't want to kill Walt, just get him to leave him and any other campers that might be out alone. He has no idea where he came from, but he's obviously too dangerous to the camp to allow to move around unharmed.]

[That is going to get him, though, and that sort of shot'll put Walt out of commision for a long time, especially since he's only human. He drops to the ground, holding his knee with his hand.]

Holy shit, dude...

[Mike advances carefully, gun still pointed at Walt, until he can get the hunter's weapons away from him. He can't believe he actually just shot someone and hit them and probably caused permanent damage if the guy really is human.

He had to do it. He was going to get shot otherwise.]

I'm really sorry about that. Maybe you'll think twice about being an idiot next time.

I'm not an- shit- I'm not an idiot! They wanted me for my van!

[He's brought himself down to a crouch now, his hand cupping his injury tightly, trying to make sure nothing worse happens to it. Walt is in so, so over his head right now.]

Yeah, they obviously didn't want you for your sterling aim.

[Mike sighs. He can't leave Walt alone in the woods with an injury- blood will probably call the wolves right to him and he'd be defenseless or nearly. He's going to have to get him to the Big House.]

I'm gonna get you somewhere safe.

Dude, that's what I'm supposed to be doing.

[But he doesn't really have a choice, right now. Walt grunts, trying to stand up.]

Tough luck. Fortunately we have decent healers in camp and if you don't do anything stupid you'll be fine.

[He leans down to help him up, having made sure the guns are still out of reach.]

Try anything and I'll leave you out here for the wolves, got it?

[He doesn't think Walt's the type to try pointless heroics, but you never know.]

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