Letha & Stacey & Marco
"You run slow." Stacey snorted, her words becoming short and clipped the more her true self came through. With claws sprouted and teeth turned into the sharp point of fangs, she moved into the shadows searching for another way out. After all, a lot of the tents had a secondary exit.
The sound of approaching footsteps however made her his, sinking low to the ground and facing the entrance. Claws digging into the wooden floor, Stacey shot a glance to Letha and the back at the flap just as Marco stepped through. At least he wasn't another human, but Goddamnit didn't he understand that when trying to hide the goal was to shut the hell up too?
"Quiet!" Stacey hissed at the two of them with a roll of her eyes. "Hiding. Hunters. No noise." Not that she liked the idea of hiding but she needed to get the human somewhere safer, maybe the village?
Her thoughts were cut off by two explosions, one where she had been, the other...where was that one. Now her own anxiety spiked. Christian. He was a demon, but they were hunters and hunters meant holy and blessed objects.