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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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[somatophylax]

[Mere moments after the harpies woke him up, Hephaistion is on his feet, armed and out of his cabin door, Eqyptian charm around his neck and a roll of parchment in his hand. Upon leaving the cabin, the first thing he does is pull a lighter from his pocket and set the parchment on fire. He'd memorized the map where he'd been marked out the camp's weaknesses (the one he and Sadie were using), but since they were being attacked, he didn't want to run any risk of losing control of such information. He doesn't release it until there's nothing left, and it nearly burns his fingers.

That matter settled, he rushes off to assess the situation from the ground, keeping a careful eye out for his fellow campers or for any enemies who might slip through. His shield occasionally reflects flashes of light, so he's not exactly hiding from danger.]

[scornfully]

[ Arthur is alert. Under normal circumstances he's slow to rise - it takes him a good hour or so to start firing properly - but then there's nothing particularly normal about the state of the camp at the moment. He's not sure whether 'chaos' is the right word but it's certainly something very like it: he's patrolling the camp in the middle of the night, sword in hand, still warm with sleep. And werewolves are attacking.

He'll worry about the ridiculousness of it all later. For now, he needs to make sure that his friends haven't been hurt.

A splash of light distracts him. It's brief and cool - metal, by the looks of it - and apparently attached to someone he knows: ]

Hephaistion?

[ Have a short bark of laughter, high-pitched and relieved. He'd be a good person to fight alongside if the worst came to the worst. ]

Gods, am I glad to see a friendly face.

[ Arthur lowers his sword and checks him over - habit, really, because Hephaistion looks fine. ]

Are you all right?

[somatophylax]

[Hephaistion turns at the sound of his name, lowering his shield slightly because he recognizes that voice.]

Arthur. Yes, I'm fine. You've come to enter the fray?

[an obvious question to ask a man with a sword in his hand, but it's good to see Arthur as well]

The fighting, for the moment, seems to be contained at the borders. Nothing I've seen has made it this far into the camp. Let's hope it stays that way.

[scornfully]

"Entering the fray" would be one way to put it, yes, although I'd prefer to consider it protecting those in need.

[ Because this time he isn't here for the adrenaline rush and the enjoyment of it. He's here because the camp is his family. Running a hand over his mouth, Arthur double checks their immediate surroundings. Despite the general air of unease? Hephaistion's brief report seems to be accurate. ]

There are better ways to make sure it stays that way that hope, Hephaistion.

[ His fingers curl around his sword. ]

A patrol?

[ They'll make a good pair, Arthur knows it. ]

[somatophylax]

[Hephaistion nods] Yes. Protection is my aim here as well. There are enough people running to the front lines. Someone has to hold back just in case the worst were to happen.

[he shifts the shield on his arm, eyes glancing around on alert.]

A two-man patrol is more effective than one. I haven't seen anything to be alarmed at yet, but it's better to be prepared.

[No better person to patrol with that Hephaistion could think of]