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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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[ Have a flat look. ]

You're not serious.

[ Because when werewolves attack? It's helpful to be able to run - just in case. Arthur isn't going to sit back and let Merlin make an easy target of himself. Whether he likes it or not, he is in need of protecting, and if he got hurt under his watch Arthur would take it as a personal failure. ]

You're injured, Merlin. That makes you a liability.

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Feel free to be as stubborn as you like - but I'm taking you back, regardless.

You'll have to get past Prince first.

[There's a brief glimmer in the darkness, a molten gold in Merlin's eyes that fades before one can be sure that they actually saw it. But then there's the feeling of something else in the darkness, something made of Mist and shadows. It's shaped like a dog, even if it doesn't entirely move like one. It growls like one though.]

Heel.

[It curls like smoke before it reappears, where it peeks from behind Merlin's legs. Leave it up to him to conjure the creepiest pet imaginable.]

Are you convinced that I can take care of myself now? Or do I need to take your sword and set something on fire?

[ Arthur steps back from the curling Mist. He's never really got used to magic despite having been coming to camp for so many years - there's something about it that unsettles him, leaves him feeling somewhat powerless. Not a feeling he's particularly fond of. ]

"Prince"?

[ Wrinkling his nose, Arthur's grip on his sword tightens minutely as though he might have to defend against it. Stupid growling Mist dog. ]

And you're not taking my sword. You'd probably grab it blade bloody first.

[ He runs his hand over his mouth. Why does Merlin have to be so difficult? ]

Fine. If you insist on being an idiot, then I won't stop you from being an idiot. [ His lips press into a thin line. ] Just try not to get mauled, would you?

[Merlin tilts his head, because he notices that little recoil, and he wonders about it. It's sort of fascinating in that 'poke a beehive with a stick to see what will happen' sort of way. But even he realizes that it's something to be explored later.]

I'll cast a protection spell to shield us.

[Us, because Merlin is reaching for Arthur's arm now. His ankle has started to swell, and while that does dull the pain, it also makes Merlin feel less sure on his feet.]

Were you going deeper in?

[Because it hasn't occurred to him that Arthur was looking for him.]

Maybe he can pick up the scent. Should I let him off the leash?

[ Arthur let's Merlin take his arm again with only the minimal amount of grumbling - and even that's mostly for show. He does, however, offer an incredulous look when he suggests venturing deeper into the forest, because is he out of his mind? ]

... You're not serious.

[ Perhaps he might've been more willing if he was by himself, or Merlin wasn't using him as a human crutch, but there's no way he's risking the safety of the very person he's been out looking for. ]

Merlin, I've only just found you.

[ Believe it, Merlin, he was out here looking for you. Mordred too - and it's about time they stopped wasting time. ]

Come on, we have to find Mordred. With any luck he won't have been as idiotic as you.

Mmm.

[Merlin's confused, because he is serious, and he's having trouble understanding what the problem is. And then Arthur explains that this is more a search and rescue than an offensive assault.]

Arthur, wait-

[But even if his ankle wasn't injured, Arthur's strong enough to manhandle him. He's already guiding him away. Merlin looks back over his shoulder at the mistform.]

Prince! Find the werewolves! Attack!

[But the "dog" just slinks along like smoke behind them.]

[ Arthur glances behind them just in case - and would you look at that, he's actually pleased to see that "Prince" is ignoring his master's commands. He smiles smugly despite his unease and tightens his grip on Merlin's arm. ]

You see? Even he realises it's a stupid idea.

[ Small miracles and all that. He's even more relieved that the mistform dog hasn't tried to attack him yet - he's sort of dragging his master along by the elbow and stomping all over his plans, after all. Perhaps it recognises the fact that there are greater dangers than Arthur on the prowl tonight. ]

So.

[ He clears his throat. ]

Should I ask why you thought it'd be a good idea to come out here and do this by yourself?

I could've handled them.

[And if he sounds like he's pouting, it's because he is. But he's basically a damsel in distress betrayed by his own dog.]

But come on, I used to get beat up by boys my own age. I'm a demigod now. I found out just how strong I am.

[And he wanted to prove it. That, at least, might've been understandable.

But the truth is:]

Plus I bet werewolves look fucking cool. Do you think their eyes glow or do they just slobber a lot?