"You got it boss, I'm just hoping that no fangers get suspicious of a wolf hanging out around their turf. And yes, I'm Marigold Breeze... you can call me Mari or Breezey if you'd like." Marigold said and leaned up against the SUV beside him, waiting for the others to arrive. The sun baked her pale skin a bit, she spends the majority of her time outside in wolf form, so she really never gets a tan, or a sunburn, for that matter. "I hope it goes well and violence isn't necessary, but I'll be there for you if I am needed, and my eyes will be on the look out if I'm not." she promised.