Holly Stokes waited for the other agents to step a safe distance away before removing her medical face mask. Lycanthropy wasn't spread via breath as in airborne strains of virus, instead relying on blood and saliva to transfer between vectors. However, she felt better for the additional precaution. It was a rule after all.<br/><br/>Admittedly her rules were of her own devising, but then that was why she adhered to them so stringently. Able to breathe normally again, she inhaled deeply, her breath steaming past her lips as she began tying up her equipment. Assuring herself that nothing was loose or could be snagged, she wound her hair around her neck, fastening it with a hair-cuff to keep it out of the way. She felt naked on this particular mission, given that her particular area of expertise was messenger service.<br/><br/>She had brought her bag with a couple extra rations to try and compensate for the lack of a package. It made her feel slightly more at ease, though she was less keen on risking her life to save a spam sandwich from the clutches of the wolves than anything from Red HQ. Habitually tugging at her teal latex gloves, she sniffed curiously at the air, picking up on the scent of someone who wasn't with the Red team.<br/><br/>Glancing in the direction of Dimitri, she couldn't see through his camouflage readily. The scent was human enough though, and little cause for concern. She wasn't looking for a fight after all. Holly had removed her red scarf, not terribly keen on showing her team pride at the cost of being sighted. The Red forces were spaced thinly for this operation, and while this sort of tactic made sense for combing the forest with their limited manpower, it would present an issue for the unlucky one who stumbled on a wolf.<br/><br/>Worse still... the wind was unpredictable. Despite the fact it had been hammered into them throughout training, it was difficult to understand just how much the ferals gleaned from sense of smell. Humans were ill equipped to relate to this. Holly knew how quickly a gust in the wrong direction could give away their presence.