[centre][color=00a651][i][h3]Connor[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: The lake, camp site 
Interacting with:[@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa, [@Nallore][/centre]


Connor had probably been on an unstable ledge since his fathers death. Never allowing himself the chance to grieve, but rather to find answers-the pursuit of knowledge had been embedded into him since he could understand words. It wasn't something easily forgotten. Not one to normally give into his emotions, Connor couldn't see that he was acting out, and had lashed out to Miranda, seeking unconsciously to hurt, and to perhaps escape the looming pain of grief that had threatened to over power him for weeks.

Vanessa's words were like a whip. Not only were they not possible,there was no scientific merit to them, as there were no such things as werewolves. He could not deny that his father had been attacked by some sort of animal, having seen and experienced it himself, but a werewolf? 

And yet...

He had healed. He had survived where his father hadn't. How? The snarling of a wolf distracted him, his head whipping around to the sounds of an attack, and without even thinking of it, without thinking that he would probably be offending Vanessa, he swept her behind him, instinct making him do so. It had long been known that men in particular had a primal urge to protect females, going back to the days were the female of the species was perceived as weak. But Connor wasn't thinking of that. There were no thoughts that perhaps Vanessa would be more effective, just that primal need. 

He didn't think as the wolf charged, but reached for the first thing he could, seeking only to do damage and defend. The large rock was in hand and as the wolf attacked, he swung up his hand, the rock clenched in it. 

[color=8dc73f]"get out of here!"[/color] he didn't know if he shouted that at Vanessa or the wolf. He knew he was probably being foolish, but He had survived one wolf attack, why not another?

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[centre][color=bc8dbf][i][h3]Cassandra[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: camp grounds
Interacting with:[@Nallore]  [/centre]

Cassandra was meters behind Riley, and as the wolf attacked the other girl, Cassie froze in shock. Before she could even formulate a plan of attack to get the wolf of Riley, it was gone, bounding away. Rushing to Riley's side, Cassie froze again. Seeing that it was attacking others, she cursed the fact they hadn't got a fire going. She had nothing aside from a Swiss Army knife on ber and what could would that do? 

And yet as the wolf charged her, she flicked it out. It didn't help, and for a moment Cassie laid stunned as the wolf mauled her. Fearing that if she didn't do anything it would kill her, she willed her arm to move.

She didn't know if the attack landed, her consciousness fleeing into her subconscious, darkness covering her like a blanket. When it came back, all she knew was pain, but there was a fear. They weren't the only ones in the woods-hadn't Gloria told her she'd be in the woods as well? Her mind hazy, she blinked at the image of the older woman sitting in Riley's B&B only a few days ago, writing. 

Movement told her someone else was awake, and Cassandra rolled onto her stomach, grimacing at a wave of pain as she sought to get her feet under her, her hands out. Seeing the bloodied mess of her arm, she had to fight a wave of nausea. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth, and rose. Seeing Aron carrying Riley, Cassie felt immense relief. If Aron was up, chances were Gage was okay as well. Or at least not dead. 

Biting her lip as if that small pain could distract her from the rest, she went to the destroyed tent. A cool, sticky weight told her the knife was still in ber hand, or maybe she had grabbed my. She slashed an opening to the tent, wondering almost vaguely if she would hVe to replace the tent. How odd. 

She spied one of the girls, she couldn't tell if it was Kimberly or Alyssa, [color=f6989d]"are you two awake? Don't make me carry you. I might faint"[/color]