[color=limegreen][h3]Pup[/h3][/color]

Pup glanced between Fuschia and Eliza, frowning. They would need some gloves. She only had one spare pair, and the rest were useless. Walking over to her pack, she began to sort through it, listening as Dusk began to explain the situation finally. She snorted as he 'revealed' that he hadn't brought them here out of the goodness of his heart. [color=limegreen]"You don't say? And here I thought you were bringing us to this miserable and freezing middle of nowhere because you wanted to protect us from the Greys. Silly me."[/color] She finally fished her extra pair of gloves free, looking over between Eliza and Fuschia. [color=limegreen]"Which one of you would like proper gloves? I've only got one extra pair I'm afraid,"[/color] She lifted her gloved and wiggled her fingers to show. [color=limegreen]"so the one who doesn't take the gloves will have to deal with the shit rabbit mittens I made. They're on the table."[/color]

As one of the women took them, she glanced over at Kaesar, raising an eyebrow at him. [color=limegreen]"Yeah, Fafnir can breathe fire. Dear, light the cigarette please?"[/color] Fafnir complied, quickly breathing a quick breath of fire at Kaesar's cigarette. The man left the house like it was burning down. Pup raised an eyebrow, glancing about at the rest of the group. Then she tensed, P saying urgently in her head [color=limegreen][i][b]They're coming. There's no way out. You should prepare for a fight.[/b][/i][/color]

[color=limegreen]"Shit. Shitshitshitshit."[/color] She strode quickly over and picked up her crossbow, loading one of her three bolts into it. [color=limegreen]"How many of us here know how to fight? I've got a hatchet and a knife. Can anyone use those effectively? I've only got three shots, and this thing isn't complete. It might break after the first. Unless, Dusk, there happens to be a secret exit that we don't know about?"[/color]