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There wasn’t anything to pack. She looked over at the special first aid kit she carried most places, complete with a few added extras that were always in it (ritual supplies, some less than standard pain killers, a change of clothes and her battered discman). That was all she needed.

It still felt strange to her just how easy it was for her to pick up everything she owned and go. Her time in Aus had left her with fewer and fewer possessions, and then time spent homeless trekking the country in the UK had stripped that back further. These days it was never a case of what to bring somewhere, it all sat in that one bag and anything else could be easily stolen.

She was pacing back and forth in Cody’s house, running over the last few things that needed thinking of, unable to stay still as the excitement of battle soon to come coursed through her. It was still a ways off but she bounced on her feet as she moved, clicking through songs on her discman and playing them loud. Iggy Pop, Sex Pistols, Henry Rollins, Ramones and some Spazzys; now this was how to ready for battle, with some music that got the blood pumping.

And more importantly, that took the mind of the worries that came with this. Her pack was coming to this battle, and she knew they were among the best, that was simple fact. Each was a skilled warrior. The Rahu were the best of Rahu; they knew how to fight, how to plan and how to work together. Even the Bone Shadow was a proper warrior, he’d have done well as a Talon if he wasn’t so damned obsessed with secrets, but that made him the perfect Bone Shadow. The Ghost Wolf was left to guard the territory, he could be counted on and hopefully John would stay too.

But no matter how good they were there was always death. She’d seen so many packmates die; not through superior opponents, lack of skill or overwhelming odds. But through bad luck, a good hit or a moment of error. Those were what lost a fight all too often. But those were not the things to dwell on before a fight, no. Focus on the rush of battle, the adrenaline high, the kick of going garou and ripping into the enemy. Even playing medic there was the drive of leaping into the fray and dragging people out, of pulling them back from death with bloodied hands; there was something about that challenge that had always called to her.

She tossed the discman aside and moved to the door, yelling for Cody, she figured he was down near the river thinking deep thoughts and it was time to go. Finally time to go. No more thinking, just fighting, blood, glory and adrenaline.