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Genesis leans back on her heels and watches the steady approach of the other members of their group. First Cecil who gives a lack luster 'Hey'...Though she did not blame him. Not only is it too fuckin' early for even the birds to be awake, but its cold as a polar bears balls out, and death is likely waiting for them beyond the wall.

Then came Paz in all of her exquisiteness. Even in the icy hell they currently loved in she managed to look like a god damn goddess...and that gun. Gen wishes for a moment that she had been chosen to be the Hunter's apprentice. She knows why she wasn't, she has an obvious disdain for authority of any and all kinds.

Finally came Noah, it is obvious he is irritated by the lack of Rowan. Gen smiles absentmindedly while watching the group settle and wait for the last of their crew. She says nothing, only greets them with a slight nod. This plan is fuckin’ ridiculous…and crazy to boot, basically her kind of plan.

The last to arrive is Rowan, and Gen is far from surprised. What does catch her off guard however, is the B I G Fuckin’ wolf-dog following him. After her initial shock, she can’t help but grin at Rowan. Ironically that was how they had met, once upon a time. She had creeped about the cages feeding them whatever she happened to have on hand and loving on them. He had thought her a strange one she was sure, but for some reason they had hit it off.

Fuckin’ Rowan.

Why hadn’t she thought of stealing a Wolf-dog? Probably because she would have taken them all. Can’t have favorites.


The group reaction is less than enthused. Gen gives Rowan a look that she hopes conveys her amusement and appreciation of the situation. She is eager to know what persuaded Rowan to take one of the regal creatures. They would simply have to talk later, when they were successfully out of range of the pursuers she was sure they would have.

"We need to leave, now," Jules cuts the quickly rising aggression short short, then he squats down to the hole.

Gen is excited to have Mika on their quest. She is naturally fascinated with the wolf-dogs, and for some reason she always has been. Perhaps it is their ability to be silent as death itself while stalking its prey…or perhaps it was the loyalty and love wolves found in a pack. Their devotion to each other enamored her.

The pack, the basic unit of wolf social life, is a family group. It is not just made up of animals related to each other by blood, it is a family tied together with affection and mutual aid. Gen ponders that thought for a moment. She supposes that is how she sees her cohorts. They are her pack so to speak. She realizes that everyone has a role within a pack, and she wonders for a moment what her role is.

The crack of a twig snaps her out of her reverie, it sounds hollow and endless in the deep dark forest. The sound rebounds from all the trees which causes a long echo. Looking out at the vast expanse of white nothingness that would likely be her death, Genesis should have been scared, instead she feels somewhat giddy with excitement. The sunrise fills the entire sky with the deep color of rubies, setting the clouds ablaze. A gentle hush cloaks the land.

“So…what is the game plan?” Genesis asks as they walk out into the cold crystallized world and she falls into step with group.