Demetri prowled into the camp, ignoring several fearful and cautious stares from the corners of his wary eyes.
I will set you up a tent - once Zabrina has permitted me to change to my human form. A low growl rose from the back of his throat as he felt the gaze of almost everyone in the camp, but his movements remained calm.
Zabrina moved back in the direction of the camp as a form of air, keeping her figure as she did. She tightened the grip on a push dagger in her leather belt, removing it in a swift movement as a stranger leapt at her, presumably a hunter. She plunged the short dagger into his chest in silence, unable to be injured since she was in her dust form, and then continued on towards the camp.
Holly-Marie
Dark and light shall always exist; but good shall always win.