Darya watched as Benning buzzed over and stuck her in a matter of moments. The aches in her joints and a the burn of a scrape here and there subsided. It was nice but unneeded. She made a mental note to go over his treatment parameters later. The doctor fired a round at the great beast, who was now being peppered on all sides by the group. Slim trails of crimson began to slide down its face and sides as it roared in frustration. After a few more moments, it let out a chilling howl. The sound reverberated through the entire campground as if it was a gigantic instrument. The smaller wolves howled in response, adding the piercing quality of their ghostly song. Darya blinked and they were gone. She glanced a bushy tail disappearing behind a tree. They had fled. It almost seemed to good to be true. The party waited a few moments with baited breath, expecting the beasts to attack from a different angle. But nothing.

Darya sighed and lowered her rifle, taking stock of the camp. The ground was ripped up and any park benches or tables had been destroyed in the chaos. But there seemed to be no injuries or at the very least minor ones. She gave a grim chuckle.

[color=gold]"Not bad team, if you're injured come see me. If not, get some rest. We leave at first light tomorrow."[/color]

Darya saw to those who were injured with Benning's help and laid down on her sleeping mat. 'Sammy would have most certainly enjoyed this place', she thought with a wry grin before sleep overtook her. 


The next morning the party packed their things and set off once again on the I-5. The sun had barely cleared the horizon by the time they began picking their way past burnt out cars and the skeletons of those unlucky enough to be caught outside of a vault. Despite their excitement from the previous night, the I-5 was as quiet as ever. Eerily so. Traveling in the republic ensured you'd always be harassed by geckos, scorpions, and raiders. Sometimes all three at once. But up here any wildlife they saw kept their distance. Aside from the wolves, of course. It was noon when they finally stopped, the ruins of a town about a mile ahead. Darya looked at her map. The NCR scouts didn't annotate any ruins on the way to Medford. She scowled.

[color=gold]"Hey, Gail."[/color] Darya called over her shoulder, [color=gold]"Do you think you can scout out these ruins? I want to know what I'm walking into."[/color]

[@Andreyich]