Aidan and Mickey
When Aidan arrived, he immediately went to work, glad that his little one man project to protect his cousins was now being handled on a bigger scale. December seemed to do a decent job of bringing everyone together and, so far, no one had questioned her authority. Maybe because she wasn't a werewolf. Aidan didn't know, but he saw no reason to question someone that was making sense and getting stuff done. There were more people there than he'd expected and he wondered how many of them were wolves versus people like him, there to help family or friends. As he finished two sides of his first cage, he stepped back to look at it and wipe his brow. It looked strong enough to hold a bear. Hopefully a werewolf wouldn't be much bigger.
Mickey had found he wasn't doing nearly as much building as he thought he would. He'd spent more time with the plans, showing people how to do things and generally helping out more than putting his back into something. It had worked out well, but he was talking far more usual which was unsettling. When Aidan slowed, he was there, walking around his work and nodding. "Coming together," he said, glancing at the other man.
"I think so," Aidan said, looking up at Mickey. "It's a better plan than I would have come up with. Whoever designed it knew what they were doing." His expertise was beer, not building, but he had no issues expanding his knowledge. This just wasn't something he wanted to take a chance on and screw it up. It needed to be right the first time. "The reinforcement was a good idea."
"Thank you," Mickey told him with a chuckle. It was a funny thing, how people didn't expect as much from him, but he supposed that was just him being unassuming. He moved in closer, inspecting the work Aidan had done before nodding. "Don't want them to get through and hurt someone." He looked around, frowning a little. "Or hurt each other."
"This your work?" Aidan asked, not having realized that much. He'd looked at the plans that December had provided, but hadn't asked many questions. A part of him thought maybe she had put them together, because why not? "You're completely right. I think they have to be separated or else they'll tear each other up," he said, keeping his voice lower, aware that anyone who wanted to hear him could. "From what I hear, they're prone to fighting. Though everyone seems to be working well enough right now." But how many of them were wolves? He wasn't sure.
"So you aren't one of them," Mickey said with a nod. "And yeah it is my work. This is what I do." Which he realized implied he built cages, but it was more solve problems when something could be fixed. "I don't blame them. It's an odd collection of people." Without even being able to tell who was who, there was an eclectic group in the clearing. "Hopefully that gets better as they gets used to it."
"No, but my cousins are," Aidan said, deciding that it didn't matter with this group if he said that. Everyone here knew about the werewolves and it would be very clear who was was or wasn't one tomorrow night. "It'll be interesting to see what happens. I hope things get easier for them once they know the unknown." That being what would happen on the full moon. Aidan hoped that none of this was necessary, but until they knew better, it was better to be over prepared. "I keep thinking, they know who's who, but we don't."
"I think it will, get easier for them." It was an odd way to see things, but Mickey believed it. They'd figure themselves out and know where to go from there. They'd adapt. "I'm assuming they can tell?" Mickey asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I only know two of them for sure."
"I think they can smell it," Aidan said with a little smile. He wondered if they smelled like dog to each other. He wouldn't say that aloud. He had the feeling it wouldn't be appreciated. "I know my brother, my cousin, and Jack," he said, scanning the group. There were a few other familiar faces, but those were the only three confirmed werewolves he knew.