[center][color=7ea7d8][b]Marrec Olivier- Hati[/b][/color][/center]

As Markus approached the human hunter, Marrec shadowed him. His large frame was quiet, the prickling werewolf energy subdued to the point he could easily have passed for human if in the company of some of the best trained hunters – that is, if they were in a more normal location amongst less obvious werewolves. As it were, even without the energy sizzling around him like a miniature electrical storm, Marrec was a threat simply because of size and the soft, easy smile that curled his mouth upward but never touched the fathomless black eyes above. His posture appeared relaxed at a glance, but the looseness was simply the readiness of a werewolf willing to spring forward and take the bullet intended for his Ulfric, if the need arose. Every step the Ulfric took closer to the hunter, Marrec copied, but even his stalwart mind began to fret with the proximity – he simply wasn't as fast as Sasha. Where Sasha could blur in and out, removing threats, Marrec was more of a living shield and battering ram that could do more damage, but also in more time than the pack's Skoll. 

His mouth opened to emit a protest, but Marrec quickly decided not to interrupt his Ulfric – the show of concern could very well convey weakness to the hunter. Instead, the enforcer let loose a quiet breath and settled in for the usual I'll-only-kill-you-if-I-must routine of bodyguard. 



[center][color=7ea7d8][b]Sam Carroway – Geri[/b][/color][/center]

As the pack members split up, Markus and Marrec towards a stranger, Acacia guiding the new werewolf into the house, and Aldo back to the kitchen, Sam decided to strike out on her own. Energy sizzled along her skin as she teased the wolf closer to the surface, all too soon acquiring sharper teeth and nails alongside the wolfish eyes. Giving one last glance at the house and her fellow pack members, Sam moved along the side of the house until she was at the point where the trees rubbed up against the eaves. Feeling the shelter of the shadows swallow up her form, Sam began a brisk jog through the forest. Her bare feet left prints in the snow, but her skin stayed smooth and unperturbed by the cold wind that buffeted against her frame. 

As Sam moved further into the surrounding woods, her body moved into low crouch that did little to reduce her speed. Dark hair streamed behind the moving woman, occasionally being thrown into her face by the strengthening wind. The wind was stronger in the mountains and carried scents from far away, but to Sam's surprise the scent of blood was strong – strong enough to be close to their home. Worry flitted across the Geri's face as she scented werewolves among the warm copper of blood. Did that new wolf bring more with her? Are we being attacked?

Sam leapt upwards, grabbing a thick bough and swinging herself into the tree. She climbed higher, limbs moving with muscle and ease despite the infrequent tree limbs. When she felt secure in her height, Sam began to follow the scent with utmost caution, becoming another whisper hidden under the wind. It wasn't long before she came upon the bodies, left to eventually be buried by the snow – and then revealed by the tardy sun. 

A snarl ripped out of the woman's mouth, hands crooking into veritable claws as she crept closer. Scenting the wind, Sam found nobody to be close by, but someone had been... and they'd slaughtered Ted and Susanna. Her face began to contort, a muzzle lengthening out of her face. Sinking low to the ground and staring outward in the event of attackers, Sam let loose a piercing howl that rent the night's air. 



[b][color=7ea7d8][center]Sasha - Skoll[/center][/color][/b]

[color=f49ac2]"I will go Sasha. I will be at my Markus' side." 
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Sasha watched as Valerie sped out of the room, relieved that the Lupa would allow Sasha to return to Markus' side as well. Despite knowing she had to follow his commands, it was Markus' life she was supposed to be protecting, not his mate's. Although she had considered engaging more enforcers, Sasha was concerned with the potential problems that could arise from more dominant wolves. Venting a quick sight of relief, Sasha moved to follow Valerie.

A quick stop took the dark woman into her bedroom to grab a 12 gauge shotgun, sawed off for easier carry. Swinging it over her shoulder, Sasha followed the Lupa's trail with a quick, easy trot that was the benefit of long legs. She moved to the side so that anyone who saw the Lupa wouldn't immediately spot the enforcer, hoping to take any threat by surprise. With her pace, she quickly overtook the Lupa and followed the murmur of voices until they became clear, identifiable words. She spotted Marrec and Markus near a stranger who Sasha was quick to notice was armed. Baring her teeth in a grin full of malice and delight, the werewolf swung the shotgun forward and slowed to a stop, fixing the hunter in her sight.