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The shade raised an eyebrow at the wolves, not wanting to interfere. She watched, ready to step in if only absolutely needed.

Amber placed things in the car and looked up. "Moon what are you staring at?"

"Kora." She pointed at the wolves calmly. They weren't that far away from them.

She looked over. "Oh no. We gonna interfere?"

Moon shrugged, eyes never leaving the one-sided fight. If things got worse, they would.

"Alright." She finishe putting her stuff in the impala and went back inside.

Dean looked at Kora then at Moon. "Wow." He finished loading his stuff in.

Sam passed her with a smile, going outside to put his stuff in baby. "What's going on?"

She waits until he was dead, then carefully dips one claw in the blood, walking to the nearest tree and carving a kind of symbol in the wood. She takes the body and walks to them happily, her eyes still red, clearly not going to let go of her prize

"I'm assuming this is the one who kept clawing you up," Drop said casually.

The younger hunter blinked, quiet unsure as to what they should do. Was this good, bad?

(Gtg to work.)

(Awwwww okie...)
"Lauret wouldn't stop talking about the past... Or... Him... Then he found out I was around you guys... He would have dragged me to the water and killed me eventually, so I decided to lead him here to tire him first and so i could at least call for help if needed..." She flattens her ears
<Not that they would even help...>

Dean nodded and got in the driver's seat.

Amber walked back out. "So we have a winner?"

She flattens her ears and lays down, keeping her jaws locked around the dead wolf's neck, not giving up her prize

"I think it's dead. You can let go."

Moon Drop can back out, carrying the hand bag and book, but nothing else. "Hello," she greeted, nodding to them all, even Kora.

"This 'thing' is what nearby killed me and forced me to do whatever because if some promise... I'm not just going to let it go!"

Dean sat there waiting for everyone to get in.

Amber climbed in. "Alright. I'm ready."

"Can I bring my toy?" She tilts her head to one side

Dean looks at her and points to the trunk. "No."

Sam got in, too.

"I can make it fit," the shade offered.

She flattens her ears and walks back to the woods, setting down the body and burning it, then walking back "Fine..."

"Good. Now let's go home." Dean started the car.

Amber laid her head back and listened to the Metallica that blasted through the radio.