<strong>Name: </strong>Rake<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Doghouse<br/><strong>Creature Type: </strong>Natural Wolfen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jeremy, Jesse, Ry, Anybody else who comes over<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Rake did several things at once. All of which of which showed why in spite of his less-than-exemplary personal characteristics he was the leader of this pack. When things went sideways he had a knack for quickly assessing the situation and keeping his pack calm. Well, relatively so.<br/><br/>He immediately raced over to Jesse's side...but kept a cool enough head not to blur over there in a blatant display of supernatural prowess even though those extra two seconds it took to get there the old fashioned way were excruciatingly slow to him.<br/><br/>Second, recognizing that the heightened stress of a moment like this could really ruin a Viral's self-control he immediately projected a sense of assurance across the pack bond to the others. Not a sense of calm mind you. There's no such thing as calm in a situation like this. Just reassurance. That they were together, that they were strong. Something to serve as a counter balance to the fear or anger a moment like this would cause. Enough of a counter-balance to make retaining control easier. Zee was usually good for that sort of thing too but as she wasn't in the room right now he looked to Ry to help him reinforce that vibe of reassurance. To keep the negative emotions from spiraling out of control to the point that the Doghouse became a bloodbath with a bit of good ol' fashioned positive reinforcement. All while clamping down on his own rising sense of panic and concern for Jesse.<br/><br/>Once he was at Jesse's side he quickly assessed her condition. Even as he did this, his mind was racing as to how to best control the spectacle Jeremy had just created. He'd just announced to all the patrons that Jesse was hit by a truck. Which meant some kind of medical or legal response would now be expected. If it didn't come that looked suspicious. That risked exposing. But bringing cops or an ambulance here to inspect Jesse did that too. Her heightened temperature...her increased body mass...and her unusual recovery rate were all redflags that would get her slammed right into a Kennel. He breifly considered and almost immediately dismissed the idea of playing it off as a flawed diagnosis on Jeremy's part.<br/><br/>"<strong>She doesn't look that bad...but we better not risk waiting for an ambulance. We'll put her in the car and take her right to the hospital</strong>!" A bald faced lie. But one he said loudly, hoping that would stall any human patrons in the process of dialling 911.<br/><br/>With Jeremy still being in the transitional phase of his own change, Rake did not immediately pick up on his nature and as he went to take Jesse from his arms and(assuming Jeremy relenquished her without a struggle!) carry her outside to a car they were<em>not</em>going to be getting into he was already debating whether or not he was going to have to kill this good samaritan. He did not want to. Rake never took killing lightly. Even of a human who arguably deserved it. And the good samaritan did not deserve it. But protecting the pack always took top priority and if this guy pushed for some kind of official intervention by human authorities he'd have to go away. If he came to suspect what Jesse was he'd have to go away.<br/><br/>By the time they got outside the first tickle of Jeremy's own true nature began to register with Rake. The clear night air did a far worse job of masking his early-development scent than the olfactory menagerie of the Doghouse did. Maybe this didn't have to get bloody afterall.