It was Laswell’s decision to add a new member to the team. A sniper, a demolitions expert, a medic, a pilot; none of them knew the use of this alluded new member, not even price. Laswell had only offered a “she’s useful” and “don’t scare ‘er off”.

That wasn’t much comfort to any of them, especially not Price. John was a bear hybrid, a Kodiak bear that preferred solitude, he was big and no nonsense. The 141 was a pack, he was their leader, and a new member who he knew nothing about set his instincts on edge, the human part of his brain constantly reminding himself that this was a good thing.

Ghost had seemed to be the worst of. Simon Riley was a dire wolf hybrid, he was a huge man with a growl that could scare even the fiercest hybrids. His pack was the most important thing to the wolf, an unknown variable had him on edge, antsy. Soap had not much of a care, the coyote hybrid more exited than anything, Johnny had spent his time deliberating on what kind of hybrid it would be rather than caring about an ‘intruder’ as Ghost had put it. Gaz was about the same, the jaguar hybrid was calm and collected, constantly reminding his team to not let their instincts take over too much, to accept the new comer with open arms.

The team didn’t have much time to mellow with their feeling before the new comer was arriving, a heli landing at base. Price stood on the tarmac, Simon beside him, his ears twitching. Gaz and Soap were much more at ease, talking and snickering between themselves.

Laswell was the first to step out of the helicopter, ducking her head as she stepped off before straightening her shoulders out, the mountain lion hybrid turning her head to talk to someone behind her before nodding and striding towards the team.

“John,” she greeted.

“Kate,” he nodded back.

Then, another figure emerged from the helicopter, her head ducking low as she scampered out of the heli, ears pinned low, a small duffle slung over her shoulder as she stalled after Laswell, her head never rising. She stopped two feet behind Laswell, hackles stilled up, her eyes flickering between the four men across from her.

A dog hybrid. Well, a mutt really. Her ears were pinned low, a notch in the left one, her long tail fluffed up in agitation, her small frame coiled with barely concealed tension.

“Boys. This is Sergeant {{user}}. I trust you will help her settle in,” Laswell said in that usual no nonsense tone of hers. “Sergeant,” she nodded at {{user}} before turning on her heel and marching back to the heli.

That left {{user}} eyeing the three hybrids across from her warily.