The group gathers at the edge of the Fairhaven bubble, the usual summer weather getting cold and calm. Standing professionally is a human-sized storm dragon wearing a blue jumpsuit. "Just here as a representative of the Prometheans to answer some questions and give you the mission. There has been sightings of multiple ferals stalking around the edge of the bubble, all of them in drasically mixed forms. From witness statements we can tell there are no two alike and that they all flee when discovered. Your job was to track down where they are and hopefully make peaceful contact, but just yesterday there was a report that one of them acutally kidnapped a half-husky male from the wastelands so now we need you to rescue him. Any questions before you go?"

T'was a fine day to go hunting, well... if you like mist it would be. For one dragon with a knack for stealth and a thirst for danger, ANY day was a fine day to go hunting. Strange request, though... just a pack of ferals, a handful of sand grains on the vast expansive beach that was the feral populace... why? What made them so significant? Magnus had little to nothing in terms of details, but the job promised to pay well and he had a house to build, damn it! Curiosity also played its part, and while it may have killed the cat, well... we shall see how the dragon fares, no?

With a skip in his step, a smile on his face, a knife at his side, and a song in his heart, Magnus advances towards the rendezvous point. T'was a little hard to see with the dense fog shrouding the land in such a way, but he did his best not to bump into anything nonetheless. As the bubble's effects start to fade, so does Magnus feel a sense of unease. Truth be told, he'd never been outside... not like his reckless family members who seemed to rob and loot the fertile depths of the unchewed by the nanites lands ahead.

Casting his sense of dread aside as naught but the nanites screaming for him to give them their precious server signal, the male soldiers on, until he spots the crowd. Nodding his head in greeting, he barely has enough time to make sense of the faces he was seeing, before his attention is drawn away by a storm dragon nearby. Listening closely to his words, Magnus nods in understanding. "Approach the ferals, put them on ice if they're aggressive, rescue the captured. What are we expecting to face? I need to know their weaknesses. Scaled, furs, amorphous blobs, smoothskins?"

Arris is the second to raise hir hand after Magnus. "Also, how many of them can we expect, what forms should we be looking out for, and do we know about the area where we should be looking for the kidnapee?" The gator adjusted the strap of hir bolt-action rifle over hir shoulder, glancing between hirself and the group surrounding hir with an air of nervousness - sie never liked having to leave the comfort and partial safetiness of the bubble. Sie pats hirself down to make sure sie had brought everything sie needed: triage kit and shield drone were the most important, though it had been so long since sie stepped out the bubble that sie forgot if the drone worked outside it or not. Nonetheless, the small drone was deployed out, rotary fans buzzing as it whirred to life and floated in place. "If you can, it would be nice to provide as much intel as you guys have on hand."

Fenris comes jogging along through the wastes, his sword and spear jingling merrily on his back. He is dressed as a cowboy today. Well, from the waist up, at least. The burly tanuki is wearing an open, plaid shirt tucked into a heavy gun belt, though it seems to have only a number of pouches on it and one small firearm. He also has on a very nice, white stetson and a permanently pleasant look on his round face.

He listens amiably to the explanation, then shakes his head. "Nope," he says, "Ready to go make friends!" It must be nice to be so pleasantly clueless.

Sondra scratches at the ruff of fur along the back of her neck, while the other readjusts the rucksack slung over her back. Aside from the standard load-out - the sidearm, vest, plated fatigues - the pack is on the lighter side this time around, but stocked with 'a little bit of everything' as a just in case measure. Dried foods, boiled water that has since been cooled; the kind of things that would make a difference if something goes real wrong real fast, and forces the lot of them to remain outside the wire for a prolonged period of time.

Helpful that most of it can get stowed in a hurry if need be, so it's no longer weighing her down. One way or another, however, were it not for the rucksack, there's a sense she'd be standing at parade rest, given the ramrod straight posture that runs only partly contrary to a build meant for all fours. Her expression is impassive, and she gives little more than an incline of her head towards Magnus and Arris, respectively, when their own questions are raised.

Atmospheric day out today it seems. Though it was drawing ever closer to fall, the human couldn't help but scratch his head as he walks along to the meetup point. Riot armor strapped on tightly, the pale human huffs as he hefts his quiver of blue arrows before his walking brings him up towards the growing group of people. Can't say he recognizes too many people on this group, but... Oh! Smiling, the human pads up towards Arris to plant a short kiss to her cheek. "Heya sweetheart!" The silver eyed human smiles to the gator before he turns his attention forward towards the jumpsuit wearing dragon.

Tilting his head at the information given, the human scratches at the back of his head a moment before he shrugs. No questions from him, though he does listen quietly to the others as he looks the others over curiously. Honestly should see about getting that kemonomimi optional item. Being able to sprout bunny ears in human form would be pretty nice sometimes. Still, the human takes a moment to adjust the strap of his polearm. Given the mission description, can't say he can rule out the possibility of violence, so better safe than sorry. Hope he ain't the odd man out in this situation.

Approaching from inside the bubble, she spots a gathering group. Curiosity gets the better of her, so she changes course to to meet them. Once near the gathering she looks at the bunch and waves. "Oh, hello there." She pants lightly. Despite the roundness of her bottom half, she doesn't seem much at all bothered by the running. "What's going on here?"

Answering the group, the dragon replies: "Witnesses are hazy on the details, but we can assume that there can be as many as twenty of them or as few as three. And when I say 'drasically mixed forms' I mean it. At least one report has the sighted feral being a cross between a red dragon, a flowering hedge, and hornet. I can't make this stuff up. As for where the captured man is, we don't know. We're hoping you can find him once you locate the ferals responsible." As he gets ready to leave, he adds: "I hope you do find him. Some of these reports make the ferals sound really bad. Like, EVIL bad. Be careful."

Arris is surprised lightly by the kiss from Anbessa, but goes back to smiling once sie recognises his voice. "Hey, hun!" Sie chuckles a little, leaning in and returning the kiss to his cheek - or, well,