She sits next to her, setting the cat down on her lap.



"Okay." She lets out a quiet sigh of relief. She absently plays with a strand of long hair that's come out from under the hood of her cloak, which is noticeably not a human color.

The cat purrs as Chesters looks rather jealous.


Lycan walks towards the old campsite that Chelsea and Rim used.
He sniffs the air, "Someone else was here within the last month? Oh well I'm still going to cook here."


(Good night)

She pets Chester as well.


She nods and sits down again. She takes her hood off, and absently runs a hand through her ombre blonde/blue hair. The freckles on her face glimmer like little jewels.

The two cats glare at each other before Chelsea also pets them both calming them.


Lycan pretends not to notice so as to avoid frightening Delta. He cooks the meat to the best of his abilities. After a while he serves the meat up to Delta.
"Enjoy."

She pets both the best she can as well.


She takes it gratefully. "Thank you..."

Chelsea does the same, "So what we saw in that building, it wasn't just a nightmare right?"



"You're welcome," Lycan says, "So I take it you aren't fond of strangers."

"No. It was real." She sighs. "I'm certain of that."


"No, not really." She shrugs with a sigh. "My kind have a bit of a... stigma. It's unwarranted, but it's well known."

"Okay so what do we do?"



"So do mine, we're mixed up for werewolves all the time and take the blame for what they do. I'm guessing
you're a Siren."

"I don't know." She sighs.


She flinches a little at the word 'siren'. She goes nervously silent.

"We have to be careful and warn the others but after that I have no clue either."


"Nothing to be ashamed of," Lycan responds, "Still hungry?"