OOC:I dont know how it happened, but we seemed to of forgotten the dozen or so Werewolves that were around Scarlip....So I'm gonna bring em back okay? And I have edited my earlier post so Sydney can help..some what. He's still very injurered you know.
IC: Snarling, Scarlip took a lunge at Anya, but he tripped over himself. He knelt as he turned into his human form. He was a tall middle aged man, and very fit. His hair was a fading grayish blue, and his face was hideously scarred, as well as the rest of his body. He put his working hand on the wound, trying to stop the blood that slowly oozed out. In a gruff voice, he apoke. "In a short while I will heal, and when I do you will be slaughtered! What are you waiting for! "He said as the remaining Werewolves roared in unison. "Kill them!" As the beasts charged Scarlip disapeared. Sydney took a weary , but stable, stance.