The air is heavy with the promise of a fight. Sharp claws dig at the back of his mind wanting out. The mother, Gaia, gave her monsters gifts to defend her creation and purge the corrutpion of the Wyrm from it. Luna blessed them with Rage and the hunger for war. That feeling that something bad was going to happen may scare some, for those like Ashley it just wakes them up. He isn't on edge or anxious, just ready.

There is a loaded gun tucked into a holster at the back of his pants. Over his shoulder he carries his backpack with his laptop. He isn't sure yet where he is needed. Or how his abilities would best suit what was going on. Being part of a pack has taught him how to work well in a group, that he doesn't have to lead or be the strongest. Like a hand in a game of poker, you want to want the right cards to beat the other players.

As he makes his way into the lobby he hears Fred before he sees her. That's a start. Stapler in hand as he approaches he offers it to her. "Even snagged an extra box of staples." Those he gives a shake before tucking them into the front pocket of his jeans. "Think I can pick your brain while we put these up? I have questions."

He's hoping she has answers. Or knows where to start.