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[center][i]The previous night[/i][/center]

Atop a rolling hill overlooking the city stood a frameless door. The door, that had not been there the previous day, was as mundane as they came, made of wood cleanly painted white and featuring a small door handle of brass sat above a simple lock. At its center sat a dull iron knocker, faintly rusted. What was unusual about the door however, was the fact that it was floating a few centimeters above the ground. Up to this door runs lupa, safely out of her disguise in the rather isolated location, her dark fur letting her blend into the night. She grabs the knocker and pounds away for a few moments before stepping back when the door is opened by another Lupa. 

[color=afab2c]“Hi. I found food for sticky!”[/color] the first wolf girl exclaims, holding up her hand to present a number of crickets struggling futility in between her furred fingers.

[color=afab2c]“Good. You’re just in time for dinner to”[/color] the door opener informs her, stepping aside to let her double inside, briefly revealing the interior of an apartment on the other side of the doors, where a number of other Lupas are in the middle of doting over a variety of tank held pets to the sound of a kettle boiling and the frying of what might be meat.

[color=afab2c]“Sweet.”[/color] The cricket catcher responds before dashing inside towards an un-womaned tank holding a gecko. The door clicks shut moments before she presents the lizards with its dinner.

A few minutes later the door opens once more, briefly re-revealing the room that was now devoid of Lupas save for the one that steps out of it holding a noodle pot that had had a number of chunks of a ugly grey meat added to it. She sits down on the side of the hill in the grass and looks down towards the glowing lights of her destination, one full of glamor, danger and, hopefully, monsters. Digging into the unhealthy meal she reflects upon the distance she had to travel to get here, jogging across the kilometers of country lead on by an insatiable urge born of her patron Feral that still gnaws at her while she while she sits and plans. All too soon the meal is over and, after tossing the plastic to one side, the woman steps back through the door into her magical democide.

Over the next two hours a steady stream of Lupas subsequently emerges from the door the original entered into, though it would be hard to tell they were in fact copies of her. Where as the previous set of clones, all reabsorbed so they would not miss out on dinner, had been straight up duplicates, these ones were warped beyond recognition. Chitinous shells and armor from beetles covered some of their bodies, hiding semi functiona wings, others had triple jointed legs somewhat resembling grasshoppers, others had small tentacles around their mouths and strange grey skin acros which color would briefly flicker as they all waited for their creator to finish. Occasionally one or two would dash away from the restless group and return a little later with a captured animal, such as a bluebird, cat, spider or skunk, and would re-enter the apartment, after which the subsequent clones would have some of the features of the captured creature. The mutant clones were not an ugly mess of animal parts however, as each had seemingly been sculpted in such a way that their myriad of additions fitted together to look a little like over designed magical girl costumes, at least from a distance, disguising their true monster girl forms. Each was also given some kind of mobility aid, such as wings, leaping legs, web shooters, fish tails or gecko pads, and most also had a weapon or stealth measure of some kind to help them get out of trouble if they couldn't simply outrun it. 

After the last girl had been made, and the captured creatures had been safely released back into the wild, Lupa stepped outside once again, the door vanishing behind her as it shut this time, and observed the roughly 20 clones of herself assembled before her. Each had been carefully crafted by casting a myriad of Beast buffs on herself before she made the copy so that they look absolutely nothing like either her or the usual combat modded clones, hopefully ensuring that anything done to night could be associated with her once she actually got involved with the local magical girl scene. It was, perhaps, uncessicirily cautious, as Lupa was not intending to rustle any feathers with this initial scouting mission, but she could never fully trust her clones not to get into trouble. 

Lupa, looking plain before he myriad of minions, took a few moments to address herself before they set off.

[color=afab2c]“Alright girls, you know the drill. All we want to do is get a lay of the land, so no picking fights and or spooking the normal people. I want to know monster hotspots, what mythical creatures are here and where and who the local magical girls patrol and if they are hostile. We need to know where we might be able to safely open our door, where we can get a local map or a free meal, where there's entrances to the overcity, who might live in it here and who is dangerous or helpful, where we can hide, where we can nick some easy money from or get a temp job, where we can get some human disguises for you lot, where the parks and streams are and anything else we can sue to keep Feral calm and fed and ourselves happy. Also, maybe we could try and make some friends this time? Anyway, we all got that?”[/color]  there was a general corus of enthusiastic affirmation from her other selves who had all been raring to go since they were made [color=afab2c]“Alright then, let's get to it. Wolf pack, move out!”[/color] 

A series of howls broke the evening quite atop that lonely hill overlooking the city, a corus joined unnervingly by that ancient hungering thing inside that lived inside Lupa, and then in an instant they were all gone, the only evidence of the packs prior presence a discarded noodle cup and a bunch of disgruntled animals.