Sydney-11-Female-M : Tori, Ikaris(ind), Kline(Ind)

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Sydney couldn't help sighing in relief at tori's reassurance, she nodded in agreement since she knew tori was right, Carson and tori wouldn't let Ikaris die so she didn't have to worry so much though there as no way to completely stop worrying unless Ikaris suddenly stopped getting into fights and even Sydney knew that would be very unlikely to happen. The alpha was injured in some way nearly every day and she didn't think there was any way to keep that from happening. The young girl quickly shook away her distracted thoughts before focusing on the task at hand, she carefully inspected each outfit tori showed her. Though you definitely couldn't tell by just looking at Sydney the young girl did have an eye for pretty things, why else would she be so close with the crows that also loved pretty things? Though the young girl never really put effort into her own appearance she did enjoy dressing up others when they would allow her. She's even contemplated asking Ikaris if she could do up his hair but she'd never had the confidence to actually ask such things, always sure the answer would be no and anxious Ikaris might get mad at her for asking. She'd once made the mistake of asking Kline if she could give him a makeover and though he'd tried to be nice about it, it was evident in his reaction that he'd hated what she'd done. After tearing it all off he'd spent the rest of the day working out until he passed out and she had to run and tell Carson. Since then she hasn't brought up the subject of a makeover to anyone, worried they'd have the same reaction and hurt themselves because of her. When tori pulled out the pretty dress Sydney was quick to excitedly choose that one smiling happily as she said "the dress! The dress! You'll look like a princess in the dress! Momma always used to say you looked like a fairy when you dressed up real pretty! Oh and you should wear glasses your eyes are so pretty, I wish I had pretty eyes like yours! Oh and I could even put makeup on you and do your hair and, and.... Um I-I mean Y-you should d-do the d-d-dress w-with g-glasses. Lots of people have green eyes but I've never seen anyone with pretty eyes like yours..." Sydney couldn't help getting over excited at the prospect of giving tori a makeover but when she realized how carried away she was getting she quickly tried to backtrack as her anxiety reared is ugly head. As usual by the end of her little rant she was staring down at her lap, playing with her fingers trying to calm herself down as she hoped tori wouldn't get mad at her. On some level she knew tori wouldn't be mad but she couldn't help the anxiety that burned through her as she remember how her brother had reacted to her makeover.

Natasha DeForest | Werewolf | Female | Medic's Assistant | M: Rowan, Kline, Ikaris, Luna, Shadow (ind)

Nat wet her lips with her tongue nervously as she examined the notch one last time. Since she served as the medic’s assistant rather than a hunter or scout, her senses weren’t quite as keen while she was in her human form. She knew it took the hunters and scouts painstaking training to hone their human senses to the levels they experienced while in their wolf form, so she’d never felt a desire to do the same. Now, however, she wished she could smell the scent that Rowan had picked up. She spoke to both him and Kline as she backed away from the carved-up tree. “I think we should start to head back”, she murmured. “I hate to say it, but maybe this other shifter was the person Ikaris got into, um, some trouble with last night. He could have followed his scent.” She squared her shoulders, trying to shake off any residual anxiety. “Plus, Luna just came from that way and she looked like she might have gotten into something. It’s probably worthwhile to go check things out, but I’m sure it’s okay.”

Nat surveyed the path behind them as she chewed her thumbnail. “If we want to scope things out, we should probably take a different route home, but if you guys just want to head back and talk to Ikaris and Luna, that’s fine too”, she said to Rowan and Kline. She wanted to make sure that nothing had gone awry in their territory, but she also lacked the training that Rowan and Kline had. If they ran into the other shifter and he wasn’t so friendly, it would just be the two of them against him; he would be virtually useless. Still, she kept her mouth shut and waited for Rowan and Kline to decide which route to take.

Kline-22-Trans Male-M: Rowan, Natasha, Shadow(ind)

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Unlike Rowan and Natasha Kline felt excited when they came upon the notch in the tree. He could smell the scent of another werewolf despite not having a defined role in the pack, he'd been training his human body in every way he could since he was little so he could easily pick up scents normal werewolves couldn't. He took a deep breath of the scent that stuck to the tree, trying to imprint it in his mind so that he'd recognize it if he came across it again. His body language now was a stark contrast to what it had been when he'd spoken of humans. Unlike Rowan and Natasha that seemed visibly anxious, Kline was visibly excited. He'd always loved meeting new werewolves, he was probably the only person in the pack that would be friendly to outsiders. He thought it odd how nervous everyone else got, meanwhile he loved hearing about the lives of lone wolves and wanderers, they always had the best stories to tell. Back when his parents were alive he'd been scolded multiple times after coming home smelling of strangers but no matter what anyone said he just couldn't help wanting to make friends with them. His eyes shifted to the trees around, trying to pick up other marks as he happily said "Rowan maybe you should go back with Natasha, I can stay here and see if I can scout out where the tresspasser is. I'm always happy to make myself useful when possible and if the tresspasser is aggressive for some reason it'll be safer for Nat to have an escort. Unless you want to stay and scout...." There was obvious disappointment in Kline's voice as he brought up the option of Rowan being the one to stay behind and scout. Kline wasn't sure if Rowan would be kind to whoever the tresspasser was and he didn't want to miss his chance at whatever stories the stranger might have. He knew he himself could never be a loner but he'd always fantasized about being a lone wolf, not having to worry about what other people thought of him or if he was useful to them. It was like a dream for him but he couldn't leave Sydney and he didn't think he would survive long without a pack. So he liked to live vicariously through the lone wolves that sometimes came into their land.

As Luna jogs up the path, she overhears Nat, Kline, and Rowan talking. Kline is staying by himself? To see if he can find a stranger? I may have to come back with my knife just in case. Luna thinks. She then bolts past them and runs toward the house as fast as she possibly can. It takes about 5 minutes to get to the cabin and once she does, she runs inside and walks up the stairs. She goes inside her room and grabs her pocket knife off her dresser. She puts it in her sweatshirt pocket which, surprisingly, she was still wearing. Luna drops her shoes and socks on her bed and walks to the stairs. She walked down the stairs and out the door again, not bothering to put shoes on again. She then walks on the trail hoping nobody sees or hears her. Walking, it would take her about fifteen minutes to get back to where Nat, Kline, and Rowan were at. Luna was fine with that. She crawled in the bushes along the trail, knowing her way around from hunts. If Nat and Rowan left Kline, Luna would hear them go by on the trail. Hopefully, Luna could keep herself contained if Kline found a loner. Her first reaction to a stranger is to attack but until she knows if Rowan and Nat are staying with Kline, Luna had to wait. She had to get her shoe out of the root anyway after she knows Rowan, Nat, and Kline were safe back at the house. She did trust them fighting but not as much as she trusted the hunters to fight, or Kari, seeing he got into many fights. Once all three were safe Luna needed to get her shoe unstuck. She still had about 10 minutes of crawling in the bushes until she got back to where the three were standing, looking at a cut tree.

Rowan looked over at Nat, noticing her anxiety. "Well, we haven't gone too far from the cabin. I still have to scout the area to make sure it's safe for the hunting party." he said, his expression having turned serious. "Do you think you could make it back safely?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow at Kline and how excited he sounded. "No way am I letting you go alone. If he turns out to be hostile, you'll need backup." he said simply. "I'm a good fighter when I need to be, as I have to be prepared for the unexpected everyday when I go out to scout. No way I'm letting you find this guy alone." he said, and then caught a familiar scent on the breeze. Luna. "Luna, I know you're there. If I come across your shoe, I'll bring it to you, but can you escort Nat?" he asked, looking pointedly in the female's general direction. He then started to shift, wincing with a slight hiss at the pain he got from his bones growing and rearranging themselves, becoming longer and shorter. Soon, he had shifted into a large red wolf, different from your average gray wolf, and began to trot off in the direction he smelled the stranger's scent going. Until he reached a clearing and felt like rubbing his nose in the strongest smelling pine needles. Garlic! What a horrific scent, and he retched, the garlic starting to mess with his sense of smell, and he raced out of the clearing, and the garlic finally stopped its assault on his senses for the most part, and he was able to think clearly without the smell of garlic. He then smelled something rather strange, and realized he'd faintly smelled garlic back near the others. Shit. he thought, and silently began to trot back that way, and when he couldn't find anything, he shifted back, with rather loud popping noises as his bones popped back into place. The garlic scent was strongest and fresh near one particular tree, but he couldn't figure much out. Unless.... he thought, and looked up. There he was, a man clad in all black with a mask covering half of his face. Rowan gave a low warning noise in the back of his throat, wishing he hadn't left his switchblades at the cabin. He didn't yell out though, keeping his eyes fixed on the man.