The Uratha retreat quickly, returning to the safety of the their warehouse. It does not take long to gather up the Wolf Blooded, by now it is already early evening, to break the news. Unsurprisingly, the non-Uratha pack members are equally upset, many of them exhibiting true anger, especially the younger ones. But none dare defy Bear and the other Werewolves, whose word is law. They listen intently, nodding their heads as their anger stokes their focus.

The pack discuss their options, and make plans for how they will handle the new situation.

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That night, fog seems to creep out from the bay, spreading long hungry tendrils of grey onto the land. Then the winds begin to pick up, and by the time most of the pack members are beginning to go to sleep, the stars and Mother Luna's gaze are completely lost in black fog and an onslaught of rain. Gusts of wind batter the shutters against the warehouse's old and dirt crusted windows, and the patter of rain become so intense that it becomes a near constant chorus of angry patters against the walls and roof.

This close to the water, sudden storms are not uncommon and most of the Uratha and Wolf-Blooded are quite used to such weather. But sometime around midnight something shifts in the intensity in the storm, something shifts in the very fabric of the night. At first it's nothing more than an uneasy feeling, a small electric current that makes the ears prick and the fur stand up on end. Those who prefer their more lupine senses may find themselves unconsciously sniffing at the air.

Then several noises begin to build within the cacophony of the storm. Knitted into the whipping wind grows these low gurgling grunts. At first the strange noises are infrequent enough that one might think they are imagining things, but they grow louder and more regular till it sounds like there are scores of something barking and burping outside of the warehouse. Those who turn over to their wolf hearing begin to pick up the sound of scrapping slapping footfalls, like the entire property is surrounded by shambling clawed creatures. The smell of rotten seaweed and burned fish flesh then begins to seep in through the windows, mixed with the coppery scent of sizzling Essence. A mob of something appears to be outside, and based on the charred Essence smells, they are likely coming up against the Spirit Wards placed by the pack.

Now some pack members likely make their bedrooms upstairs (in fact we've established that Bear/Celeste and Kara's bedrooms are both upstairs... and I think Blaze's is as well), and most pack members are likely in bed, or at least in their rooms when it all begins...