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Troy shrugged his shoulders as he walked beside Lazul, casually slinging one muscular arm over the younger man's shoulders - guiding him so he didn't trip over any roots that may be growing underneath the half-sand and half-dirt mixture of the beach grounds "Depends, really... Most of the ol' folks tend to stay in wolf form since its easier for 'em to get around on four legs than it is two." Troy said, tugging Lazul away from an uneven area of ground that had been destroyed by a large tree root "I try to avoid the old people though, they like to snap and snarl for no reason other than that they can..."

As they got closer to the bonfire area, Troy's eyes roamed over all of the college committee faces in the area "Then, of course, you got the people who regularly shift; like myself and those who live at the pack house... It's easier being in a group and going hunting when we can, legally." Troy tilted his head to the side "And then ya got the ones who don't shift at all, for reasons unbeknownst to me... Maybe from fear? Or they are not... comfortable with it? I dunno, we kind of avoid them because they aren't exactly 'pack' - they have our protection, but they don't attend meetings or hang out with us."

Troy's eyes settled on his college tutor and he growled slightly, fingers tightening a little on Lazul's shoulder "Great... just what I wanted to deal with." Troy grumbled under his breath "Stay here and just enjoy the beach, Laz... I'll be back in a bit."

Troy released Lazul and trotted over to where Quinton was standing, he crossed his arms over his bare broad chest and snorted slightly "So... You're a tutor *and* on the party planning committee? Why don't that surprise me?" Troy asked, kicking dirt and sand lightly with his bare feet - they hadn't bothered bringing shoes with them since they would be in sand anyway "How's the party set-up going? No glitches or anything?" Troy asked, eyes glancing around to take in all that had been set-up for Saturday's event.