It's no secret we've got werewolves around the camp. Hunting's been delegated to inside the perimeter and fishing hasn't been done since the Grounders staked out the river a few weeks ago. The terms of the truce are simple: the Grounders leave Mount Weather and its environs alone, and we leave them alone. The werewolves are playing a game of chicken with us, standing at the perimeter, daring us to do anything. We're in a tenuous position, and the full moon's coming up.
I'm calling for volunteers — preferably with some kind of fight training — to spend the next few days training
when if they attack on the full moon. We've got a course going on right now on how to fight werewolves.
If you can't fight, you can volunteer for medical assistance. We're going to need it. Always good to have people who can mend others.
THE 100: Times like this, I kind of wish we hadn't blown the the damn acid fog.
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