Nyssa was up the tree, Chris was moving along the treeline on the ground. Between the two of them, they could do this -- especially since the werewolves were right freakin' there and hadn't noticed them yet. That seemed almost too good to be true, but he wasn't going to argue.
He was, however, have his weapon ready -- because he'd pulled halfway there. Chris wasn't stupid, after all.
Taking care to shift his weight just right, Chris took a couple steps forward, moving silently. He was damn good at being quiet, this one.