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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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The shaft is hardened ashwood- it's not Gungnir, but it's not easy to break between her jaws. Losing it, however, is a real possibility and Rhys weighs his options quickly, then kicks her as hard as he can in the face, his heavy boots hopefully doing some kind of damage- at least enough to get his spear out of her mouth so he can stab her with it.

Katya holds on as long as she can. The boot in the face is annoying, sure, but she can hold on a little longer, shaking her head back and forth to try to work it out of his grip. Werewolves, when they're full grown, are roughly the size of a pony. He's not exactly dealing with a poodle here. Her snout hurts but her father told her to suck up any pain until the very end.

Having a nearly pony-sized werewolf hanging onto the shaft of his spear for all she's worth is not the best situation he's ever been in, though it's not the worst. He draws his foot back and slams it into her snout again, wishing devoutly that he'd gone the glam route and gotten silver spikes on his boots or something. Then he'd have been stylish and effective. As it is, this is about all he can do- he's not strong enough to use her grip on the spear to beat her against something, though he would if he could.

Eventually, the wolf releases the spear, hoping to knock him off balance with the way he has been pulling on his end and using his force to kick her away. The battle has begun to bore her, but she wants to see what else he can do before she decides to end him here. There's a new scent in the air and that worries her in the back of her mind but for now she'll begin to circle him again.