Khalida clears her throat and she smiles kindly at the group. “Excuse me, are any of you well acquainted with this camp? I’m unclear on my directions.”

Sorcha plows through the crowd and she blows a strand of hair out of her face as she gets them a seat. She frowns and looks around. “I can’t find separate seats, so we’ll have to sit together.” She shifts into a lioness and grabs him by the scruff of his shirt so he doesn’t get trampled and she drops him and shifts to get food. She sits and holds the seat by her for him. “My father should be saying who your parent is,” she mutters softly to herself. “And how.. yeah.”

Winter prepares some combat training for Vic.