"Shut it, Ted," a gruff feminine Irish accent voice came from a woman who sat not far from the man with her leg propped on the seat bench she was on. She had heavy combat boots, camo pants, and a simple black tank top. She had a nice tan that contrasted with her dirty blonde hair. Like most of the Werewolves who looked like they lived in the woods, she was armed with several knives and swords. The man she yelled at, Ted, cowered at her glare. She shook her head and returned it to Remus and me. "bout time you showed up, Lone Wolf!"