Skylar Aleksandersen I Werewolf I Beta I tags; James.
She waited until the wounded were out of the way before she turned ever-so-slightly, keeping her stance defensive, and gestured with her head towards her house. The distant lights were just visible through the increasingly dark woods.
"Now you are going to mooff slowly towards that house ofer there. Savvy?"
Whistling to Bein, who moved to the hunter's other side, she waited for him to take the first steps, careful to not let her attention waver for a second. She didn't doubt that he'd run faster than her. She couldn't give him the chance to prove her wrong.
Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I tags; Benji, Adam, Emmy
He nodded again, heaved one of the larger, semi-concious male's arms over his shoulders and half-supported, half-dragged Adam back to safety, only letting him go once Benji took him from his grip. The amount of blood almost surprised him.
Moving immediately to the side of the injured teenager, he removed the compress and searched for an exit wound, groaning when there was no telltale mark. The silver bullet was still in there.
Stay with me, Emmy.
Praying she stayed unconscious - he didn't dare try to use an anaesthetic when she was already half-dead - he fished it out quickly and efficiently and began to stitch the layers of tissue back together, applying the strongest antiseptics he had at his disposal and flushing the injury out periodically with distilled water, hoping to remove any silver flakes. The most dangerous bullets were coated in a fragile coat of silver, and that did more damage than the bullet itself.
His worst fears were confirmed when small bits of white metal began to glitter against Emmelene's fur after the third rinse.
Oh no... Oh no.
"Crap! Benji, we've got flakers. Check Adam. Vitals?"
Theee was nothing else he could do.
With shaking hands, he sealed what was left of the wound, administered a shot of antibiotics and - after some deliberation - a small dose of adrenaline to try to fight her fading heartbeat.
Theodore Ford I Human I Blade I tags; Aurora "Good with a bow, huh?"
He laughed genially between bites of the cookie. "You a hunter, too, then? I prefer a rifle myself. Can't mount a scope on a bow. Might not be all that fair on the deer, but-"
He trailed off as Aurora suddenly raised her cell to her ear and uttered two short words into it before turning to him.
"So soon? I'm not that ugly, am I?"
He doffed his beanie to her, careful to keep his earpiece hidden, and stood up, dusting off crumbs.
"See you around? I'd like to get to know you better."
(Yasss references)
Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I tags;
Malaya?
"Damn radiator," the hunter muttered, whacking the leaking hunk of metal with a spanner and wincing as the abrupt sound echoed painfully in her ears. Worse, she'd cracked a nail and spilt oil on her clothes, despite only having been in them for the last five minutes. She'd decided to finish up a repair before she went home, but was already beginning to regret promising her boss she'd do so. For a second, she considered pulling out her phone and calling her cousin and to hell with the car - she was too tired for this crap - but other circumstances caused a rapid change in plan. Namely, the appearance of a small figure dressed in a cosy sweater. The tasteful clothing narrowed the field considerably. She could count the number of packmates with any fashion sense whatsoever on one hand.
"Hey, Malaya! What brings you to these parts at this time?"