"Well, I've only got what you see with me. Mind if I join you with whatever you've established? You've found some form of shelter I'd imagine, right?" Galen asked, with a slight hint of apprehension as to the possible answer. He passively crossed his hands behind his back, flexing the claws in each finger and thumb to a subconscious rythm.
(Correct me if I'm wrong, but this seems to be all for the night. Props to all who attended and participated. Hope things go well for everyone tomorrow. Best of luck to all.)