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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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[Nico wastes no time in making his way to help with defending the Pine Tree, though he knows he's most likely going to need to switch areas if he's not needed here. Thalia's Tree is much more open than the forest, at least, so this is a good spot if he needs to summon undead warriors. The only problem is that in picking an open area, he has to sacrifice having a fast getaway via shadow travel. Not many shadows he can use here.

Still, he's as ready as he'll ever be. Nico will stand back behind the lines to take care of any who manage to penetrate them.]

[Flynn is going to be holding the fort in the woods, along with anyone else joining the defense over this way. He's hoping that his heightened hearing will allow him to hear if anyone's trying to sneak up on him. Unfortunately, he's not sure how well that will work, since he's never fought against a werewolf before. Either way, the teen isn't going to let that stop him from helping to defend the home of these demigods. In Flynn's opinion, he owes it to them for taking him and the other Norse gods in for protection.

So, he's going to give it his all to pay them back.]

[He's not exactly familiar with the harpy screams - he's only heard them once or twice here at Camp Half-Blood - but he knows it means something bad. Scott's in a purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants, the necklace Sadie gave him around his neck, but he toes on his sneakers and he's already out and running towards the border, hoping Derek will follow him. He doesn't know what to expect, but he knows he has to protect this camp. It may not be his first home, but it's a new home for him and he wants to fight for the place with all he's got.]

Scott! Hey, Scott!

[ Heather knows she should find her cohort but it's way too messy out here. Scott's the first face that she wants to see and she immediately runs to him, quite an odd sight in her Hella Heart Oakland shirt and galaxy leggings. She's only just tugged her motorcycle boots on, keeping her sword at her side. She grabs his arm as she catches up. ]

Gods, I've been hoping to find you! We can't go at it alone.

[Charlie has been forbidden from fighting. If you've seen him in action during Capture the Flag, this is really for the best.

He's still armed with his slingshot and a bag of stink bombs, just in case, but he's got a smile on and he's doing his best to keep it together.

Keeping it together also includes having built one sweet ass fort in the corner of the cabin where all the kids have been herded. He's got snacks, candy, and some board games.

Suck it, wolves.]

Sky wandered the cabins in search of creatures that managed to bypass the defenses. She was armed with a rather large sword, edged in sharp silver with a silver tip for slashing and stabbing. The sword was practically goofy in size, meant for a boy a foot taller than her. She was done in the forges for now, unlike her brother she was more than capable in a fight if not by training then by pure might.

She was, for all intensive purposes, a weapon herself. Durable and dangerous if given a task, for now her task was to kill any werewolf she met. Defend the cabins, and be there to protect her friends in the 'Babysitter Cabin.' Sky had no problem with this mission, anything that threatened her friends would find out exactly how strong she was.

[ The moment that the harpies wake everyone, Derek knows that it's finally happening. He's out of the cabin like a shot, not even bothering to change out of the t-shirt and sweats he wore to bed. His sword is left at his bedside. The idea of armor is completely gone from his mind. For him, they'd only get in the way, so the only thing that he takes with him is a red ribbon that he shoves into his pants pocket-- just in case.

He can practically smell the wolves, and he pushes at his senses to try and locate them, opting to head to the woods first. He needs to find Scott and Zack, Stiles and Tybalt, has to find Nico, but for now he needs to try and find what they're dealing with. It'll give him a better idea of what's been circling the camp for days, what's had him set on edge for two damn weeks. ]

[ Gale's been working on traps ever since the announcement was made. Snares are his specialty, but there's more than just that out there, including a few things coated with silver. The instant the harpies went beserk, he rises from his bunk in the Invidia cabin, throwing on some clothes and light armor and. On his way out, he grabs his bow and the quiver filled with any leftover silver-tipped arrows, immediately heading for the woods.

The woods are like home to him. No werewolf is going to prowl through his home without a fight.

Moving carefully, quietly, Gale makes his way through the woods, alert and ready to fire the arrow he's already nocked at a moment's notice. Though he doesn't stick to just one path, he makes sure to swing in close enough to each one of his traps to see if they've been sprung. ]

[Luckily for Derek, he doesn't need to find Tybalt. As soon as the call went out, the magician was running out the door. He has never been so thankful to be an insomniac in his life.

It's only moments after Derek leaves the cabin that Tybalt finds him, tossing him a gold (not silver) pendant of a cat on a strip of leather]

Put that on. It's for protection and it will hopefully identify you as a friendly if things go to hell.

Callie made her choice after counting the ways she saw herself die in the woods and on the hill. Popping a few ibuprofin to take the edge off her headache. She'll have the lamest hangover ever by the end of this, namely she didn't get to drink. Just read the choices and see which way is less likely to kill her.

The cover is better in the woods, but the woods are more home to the wolves, the hill has no cover at all. There's enough cover here in the strawberry fields but it doesn't limit movement as much. The scents should help play with the wolves, and more importantly she should be out of the way of the people she most hates. That might have a part in her choice, but she did see herself die a lot of ways in the woods.

[ Catching the pendant before he actually looks at it, Derek turns it over in his hand to give it a look as Tybalt gives his instructions. The cord should be long enough for him to wear comfortably, both as a man and a wolf, so he doesn't question it. Thus far, Tybalt has given him no reason to not trust him. ]

When. When things go to hell. [ He doesn't sound happy about it, but he does as he's told, putting the pendant on and tucking it under the collar of his shirt for the time being. The moment he shifts-- because he knows it's inevitable-- he doesn't want it caught on fabric when it tears. ]

[Mike wakes up from the same dream he's had every night for months, the howls of Fenrir, thrashing against his bonds, fading into the screams of the harpies. And Gale's up and heading out. Mike slides out of his bunk with a thump, grabbing for his shoes and armour.]

Wait, we shouldn't be out alone.

[He grabs his sword and gun belt and then he's ready. He won't delay Gale by much.]

I was attempting to be optimistic as, if we're perfectly honest, it's already gone to hell.

[Tybalt's khopesh is out, in the hand farthest from Derek]

Mind the khopesh. It's got silver on it. No poison, though. The boy offering it was a bit too eager for my tastes.

Dean found where to go an easy choice. The woods could give him cover, sure, but he'd have just as much trouble getting in a shot as the werewolves would have trying to get at him - more, actually, because that was their native territory. The pine? Too obvious. The cabins would have plenty of folks protecting the kids, so he wasn't needed there. Arena - he didn't want them to get that far in. That left one place.

The strawberry fields.

There's less cover, but that meant he'd have plenty of time to line up a shot, nor would his movement be as restricted as in the woods. An added bonus? He'd have a snack right there at his fingertips, in case things got boring. For now, though, he's watching and waiting and checking his gun and extra ammunition stores and rechecking for good measure, occasionally glancing up at the sky.

"New moon," he said to Callie, for the sake of conversation. "Good night to go wolf hunting, don't you think?"

Enemy werewolves don't exactly breed much optimism, really.

[ Assessing the sickle-sword, Derek cracks his neck and breathes out noisily before he nods. Time to get a move on. ]

Well, so long as I don't wind up crossing paths with him I think we'll be all right. [ He doesn't know if they're fighting grown wolves or not, those with more experience than him, but he's not going to sit idly by. ]

From the sounds of it, he's on babysitting duty. More power to him.

[Tybalt follows after Derek, listening carefully for anyone coming by]

How on earth did they get in, anyway?

[Yang already had her gauntlets in their active state and ready to go, the full-out bronze plated items covering the majority of her arm. It would not only be good for preventing bites, but they came with silver across the knuckles which would be fun to drive into the face of one of these wolves she'd been hearing for so long now.

Unfortunately, she hadn't been too sure on where to go and without thinking found herself heading for the big tree that was so familiar to the native Greek campers. She shouldn't have been surprised then to see one of her fellow Greeks already there.]

Well I can see nothing's happened here yet. Good.

[He looks over at Yang when he hears her, and gives her a nod in greeting. Normally, he's not terribly inclined to seek out a child of Aphrodite as a companion, but she's so different from what most assume from the love goddess' children that Nico is honestly pretty glad to have her at his back. Not to mention easy to forget who Yang's mother is.]

Not yet. If we're lucky, they won't think to take what the dragon's guarding.

[Nico is pretty sure it'll suck hardcore if the Golden Fleece got into the Red Room's hands.]

[ audrey was tasked with convincing people to not get involved. she can do that. she really can; after all, she has basically no stock in this fight, no reason to get involved.

but then they're here and there's a fight and there's weight thrown and demonstrations of power - and audrey's always been an independent spirit, out of necessity, more than anything.

in fewer words and implications, she's interested. her hands itch for something, a weapon that she doesn't have, and she opens the door of the cabin and slips outside, ready to find herself a front-row seat to all of this. (after all, she doesn't need to be babysat and watched. that's for kids.)

at the very least, she can familiarize herself with how things go down, can't she? ]

Someone has to keep an eye on the non-combatants.

[ Derek certainly isn't going to. Every instinct in him screams to go and find the threat himself, one he's faced before in different circumstances. ]

I don't know. They had to get through the mists somehow-- it could be why they've been circling us so much instead of attacking.

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THALIA'S PINE TREE

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THE ARENA

STRAWBERRY FIELDS

THE WOODS

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