Sous opened the refrigerator and grabbed about five croissants from the upper shelf. She ran to the guest room, closing her door and jumped onto the bed. She placed the covers over her entire body and opened her laptop to continue reading her visual novels.
"SOUS!"
Sous stopped smacking on the pastry and paused to make sure she really heard Makala yelling her name.
"SOUS!"
Yep, it was Makala. Sous shoved all of the croissants in her mouth like a maniac of a hamster. She came from under her croissant fort and went to her door. She needed to lock it before Makala barged in-
BAM!
The door was kicked opened. Sous went flying through the air and landed roughly on the floor. Makala jumped on her and began to shake her violently for eating that many croissants. Sous' face began to get red due to choking, her cheeks still fat and wide.
DeFaye and Cherie ran into the room when they heard their mother screaming at Sous. They attempted to pull her off the Alpha, but the mother of five was just so determined to kill Sous.
Sous laid on the ground with Makala on top of her shaking her legs and arms frantically moving all the while still choking on the five croissants.
Finally, Makala's children were able to pull their mother off of Sous and exit the room. Leaving Sous to punch herself in the gut to save herself from dying.
Sometime later, Sous' eyes were just straight black lines with small smoke circles coming from her head. She stared blankly in front of her while Faye sat on the couch with her arms crossed and legs out, crossed at the heels. She wiggled her feet, just having got off work to find her best friend and wife upset with one another.
"Your best friend ate five of the crossants," Makala complained. "Those were for the kids."
"The kids are practically grown, they don't need you feeding them," Sous said.
"Hey!" Both Cherie and DeFaye said in unison. Faye just sighed and looked at her best friend and wife. She suggested a compromise.
"Sous will make the next batch," Faye said.
Sous showed up to the office of where her new job was starting. She was able to sign in, and then was told to go to the back where the boats were. Majority of the employees were priest or priestess who looked the part when it came to presenting themselves.
The Alpha was assigned to boat number twelve. The captain looked at her as she stepped into the row boat. He noticed that since she didn't have needles, she was obviously not of their kind, plus she barely spoke Ench which was the main language being spoken.
The captain looked back at the director who was standing on the planks, seeing each of the boats off. It was probably the only time he wish he could speak Atin just so he could ask Sous what her specialities were.
The tiny row boat moved slowly through the swamps, having them duck under mosses and back away from alligators. They came to a grove and they all heard the piercing sound.
EEEEEHHHHHHH!
Sous' antennas moved around frantically trying to pick up where the screech came from. She wasn't able to sniff it out and since she had never seen a wendigo before, she had no idea what she was looking for.
The captain made a hand gesture that told Sous that they were to remain seated and when they came upon the human settlements, Sous put two and two together.
The boat docked and the transporters got out. Sous listened as some humans explained to the priest and priestesses where the wendigos could be and just how many there were.
The captain turned to Sous and held up the number five. Five wendigos. Sous nodded her head and decided to follow her teammates. She hadn't any formal training and they kind of just shoved her off with the crew.
Sous jumped down in the water when she saw the others did. She hadn't had a wand in twenty years but she could at least activate her dad's powers. She balled her fist, the blue magae flames coming through. Her particles lifting up to the wind.
WRAP!
The electric magae net swooped out from a net gun one of the employees had. He had saw a wendigo while the group of three were walking through the murky water.
The man took his needle and threaded to a tree, chasing after the screeching creature. Sous expanded her claws and did the same. She had lost a significant amount of weight while in prison so she was smaller than what would be expected of an Alpha. It was slowly coming back but was an adjustment that was made for twenty years.
The movement of wendigos were a blur. They hid within the fog and water of the swamp, sometimes even blending into the moss and other types of foliage. If the creatures kept quiet instead of screeching then there would be a high chase of them not being able to be found.
Sous was thrown a net gun from her teammate and connected it to her arm. The blue particles and flame surrounding her arms attached to it. When she noticed a faint blur, she used her quickness and jumped into the air. Doing a twist, she shot the net at the creature.
SPLASH!
The creature landed into the water tired up with the net. Sous landed on a tree branch first and then jumped down into the water. She walked to the creature and finally was able to see what a wendigo looked like.
It was a thin, boney creature, face of animal skull, ribs and the like were showing, with cloths used as garments to protect their lower regions. They seemed to be conscious and had their own language but besides that, quite primal and animalistic.
Sous' two teammates walked up to her and looked down at the creature. The man knelt down and nodded his head. He took his needle and stabbed it into the wendigo, sending a flash that allowed the creature to be teleported somewhere new.
Sous walked into the house after having cleaned herself after work. She placed her shoes to the side to be polite due to coming from the swamps and tiptoed to her room.
She came back out in the darkness of the house of her best friend, and rubbed her hands and licked her lips. She glared out in depth of blackness and slowly made her way to the refrigerator.
A flash of light came her way when she opened the door. The plate of croissants coated in sugar powder stared at her. The little pastries danced before her, bending back and forth, and calling out her name for her to eat them. With slobber drooling from her mouth, she reached out.
FLAP, FLAP, FLAP!
A group of a dozen bats conjured around the kitchen and around Sous. She swatted at them only for them to nip at her. The bats came together, and formed Makala who smacked Sous upside the head with a wooden spoon.
The next morning as they all ate breakfast before heading out for the day, Sous had a knot on her head the size of a baseball as she ate her first meal of the day.