In the Land of Hate (((ACCEPTING!)))

[Shellpepper]

Rachelle placed a hand gently on Jake's chest. "This is a friend, Jake," she assured him kindly. "But who is that?"

Emmett walked from the car strait into the woods. He needed to get away, so what if there were wild and crazy wolves out here. Maybe death would be a good thing for him.

[antler apathy]

Jake stumbled forward, snarling, he looked back at Rachelle, and fingered a metal object strapped to his back. He swung the object to his chest, to show a rifle. He'd been carrying it around since the pick-offs, just in case, and now, since a loner was here, it would be a perfect time to use it. He may not be the attacker, but it's one less threat I have to worry about. . . he said to himself, aiming at the loner werewolf.
He felt a hand in his shoulder and looked back grunting, "If you say so madame." he muttered in his deep voice.

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon snarled as he saw the rifle, he glanced at Rachelle then back at Jack. His ears remained back as his eyes flashed. He sat down and watched them distrustfully.

[Shellpepper]

"Steady thy self, friend," Rachelle said jokingly to Damon. Then she turned back to Jake. "Find out who that is," she jabbed a thumb towards shifting-guy, "and if it's a threat, you have the full on to kill it," she said. "I'll go with Wolfey over here, I'm hoping I can change tonight. Came pretty dang close when I ran into him."

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon looked at her coldly as he growled softly. He looked at her, his ears still pinned back. He didn't attack, and he wouldn't unless he was provoked.

[antler apathy]

OOC: he's already shifted, Damon, Shell they're the same person.

"Madame, how can I figure out who he is if I can't speak wolf right now?" he muttered, looking down at Damon and his nice warm fur. "You must be seeing double Rachelle, because the guy who shifted is standing right in front of us."

[Shellpepper]

(((Whoa... confusion. I thought Damon was in town with me when you were watching some guy shift and then he shifted kinda on the run while we were heading to find you and some loner... ??? Oh well. Then just pretend I never posted that... confused still... Oh well. It's late. LOL)))

Rachelle grinned. "There's not another guy here? I could swear I smelled someone."

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon watched them silently, his eyes narrowed in irratation. He studied Jack coldly.

[antler apathy]

OOC: Jake, not Jack.

Jake steadied himself, "No, only us three." he muttered, pushing the barrel of the gun in to the dirt, and leaning up against the handle. He didn't trust the werewolf, not now, not anytime soon, the deaths, too timely. But now, here appears a rogue, it meant something to him.

Her body pressed against the tree again. Her breath harsh, cold, puffs of steam coming from it. Her nostrils trying to find the scent of the others, but her human form did her no good. Her body slid down the tree, and sat on the ground, as she clutched herself, trying to keep from the cold.
Her blond hair danced in front of her eyes, and she brushed it away.

[Shellpepper]

Rachelle's eyes went from kind and reassuring to insistent and still kind. "Jake," she said. "go on. I'll probably be shifting soon, I can feel it. Take care of our house? And I'll be seeing you." She nodded and then started walking as if she intended for Damon to lead or follow.