To be honest, Ada wasn't completely sure what had drawn her to this group of fighters in particular. Perhaps it was the woman who seemed dressed up in an armory (although Ada was somewhat curious about how she managed to still move
so quickly, despite what surely must be a mass of metal around her!), or the beastman that seemed to have joined them during the brief stint in the town. Perhaps it was the array of races and warriors, complete with one who, although he seemed young, Ada suspected a wisdom beyond the apparent years. Perhaps it was the one with the facial markings, who always seemed ready with a quip and a smile. Or perhaps it was the mix of all of them, a strange crew that wouldn't object to one more. In fact, looking around at a few of her new companions, Ada couldn't help the sensation that, relatively, she was almost normal.
Of course, while she had originally joined the group due purely for the purpose of obtaining samples to research werewolves (they weren't exactly the most domesticated beings, werewolves), but them also kidnapping children was... troublesome. Perhaps to convert? She couldn't imagine they were simply food, else why take them alive? There must be some greater purpose to it... no, don't get distracted, Ada. First, rescue the children. That was a higher priority. Ada shifted in place, reaching up to idly curl and uncurl a strand of stark white hair, adjusting her cloak to ensure it wasn't really the most visible. She was well aware that constantly wearing a cloak as such could give the impression she had something to hide, but she wasn't quite sure whether merely showing off her cursed features would really be better or not. Those at the school never really cared, not compared to her grades, but she was less sure of what the common peoples reactions would be. At least she seemed far from the most bizarre person in their entourage.
Thankfully, it seemed like they were headed out soon... good. Sooner they could get to the children, and end the werewolves, the better. Hopefully it wouldn't be too dangerous... She had a few spells readied in her head for use in case of combat (which was... well, more than likely, when it came to fighting werewolves
, but she was still nervous nonetheless. Especially since, compared to the others, she probably looked like the easiest target, apart from maybe the small one. Whether it was a child or not, he didn't look the most readied for combat... not that she was one to talk.
As the party progressed into the fog, Ada cast her gaze around nervously, never seeing too much, but always swearing she could see... something
lurking in the mist, watching, but was never able to get any conclusive evidence, or a shape, more just... a sensation. A figure in the fog that seemed to waver as she stared, always ending up as a tree branch, or strange rock, or something of the like. To be honest, she was rather worried about how this would go, whether they could find the werewolves, whether they could even fight them off, or whether they'd get lost on the way there, maybe attacked by a pack of wolves... a prophecy which soon seemed to come true with a howl, sending a shiver down the former noble's spine, and caused her to glance around in paranoia, and pale even further than she already was, with the rapidly nearing howls.
Careful to stay near the center of the others (though keeping a distance from the seemingly tamed hunting cat), Ada took a deep breath, holding out her hand to summon forth a flickering ember into the air, glancing around to try and ward off any approaching wolves, carefully shuffling around, and yelping as a wolf leapt at her, the flame flaring up in her hand and searing towards the air towards the wolf, impacting it in midair, causing it to release its own yelp at the impact, only to yip at the high pitched noise, Ada herself wincing as well, glancing at the small one hopping back to his feet. Hm, probably best to not let themselves get too separated... gathering herself up, Ada took a few quick steps to close the gap between herself and Olo, taking advantage of the wolves brief disorientation at the noise (and noting one thudding down at a throwing knife, sparing a brief glance at the heavily armed woman, and giving her an appreciative nod). She noticed Olo seemingly trying to fix the strange instrument? Device? What was
that thing? She shook her head, white hair shaking itself loose as she did so. Unimportant. She threw her cloak back, mostly to give herself the benefit of peripheral vision, but also freeing her snowy hair to fall down to her back.
With a quavering voice, Ada shook her head, launching an ember into the side of a disoriented wolf "Don't quite know what you're doing, but that seemed to throw these... beasts off for a moment."
While perhaps bringing herself closer to Olo may only bring more wolves in, in an attempt to overwhelm the two (especially considering the wolves didn't seem particularly interested in the whirl of steel that was Katrina), it was certainly better than allowing themselves to be separated... and then a roar shot through the air, causing Ada's eyes to widen. Was it a larger wolf? Perhaps a dire wolf? Or a werewolf? It sounded... aggressive. Oh, the beastman. That was... a bit of a relief. Hopefully. Seeing a few wolves turn towards him in aggression, she winced, hoping he could handle himself, but it was a welcome relief. A few mumbled words of power under her breath, Ada placed her hands together, which began sparking blue with arcane energy, carefully watching for any wolves that could make it past the panther's guard, aiming more to shock them for a moment, perhaps allowing someone to get in a more lethal blow. She didn't exactly look forward to placing herself within reach of the wolves claws and teeth, but there were too many to try and burn, and she couldn't let herself get too focused on trying to take them out one at a time, and leave someone else open, or herself open, for that matter.