Alana looks at the confused Werewolf and offers it a smile out the window, activating her awe and locking eyes with it. "Clean up this mess would you? It would be very appreciated darling. Then you may go." 

The werewolf begins doing as you instruct. 

Misha takes the clip out of her assault rifle, and puts it back in the compartment, musing, "Hm. Thet was easy. Too easy."

She opens the door to the bedroom. "Oh, hello!" she smiles, teasingly, dusting her hands off, looking at what Aless was doing. "The fight ees over, hope we deed not bother you watching TV, ah?"

Victor walks away from the window and knocks on Alessandra's door. "We won. If you want to come out and finish kicking our asses at Uno, you can do that." He sounds a little unhappy for someone who just won a battle.

"Someone ees going to hef to fix the tires. We have one spare, ah?" Misha asks, putting on her workout gloves. "We should hurry. There might be more werewolfs soon."

Alana remains near the wolf until he finished disposing of the bodies. When she is pleased with how they are disposed of and hidden, she will wave her hand, let awe drop, and watch the wolf run off to the forest before moving to get herself some wine. "Overal not bad. Nice shooting guys. Victor? What's wrong?" She hands him a glass of wine and studies him quietly. 

"Veector, come weeth me."

Misha went outside and looked at the front tire, tsk'ing and rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. The angle that the RV was at required that it be physically pushed to the right a bit so the heavy duty jack could be placed and used to straighten the RV just for a bit.

"Ok." she said. "I'm going to leeft the RV a beet, slide the jack een, and i'll drop eet down so eet's resting on the jack. Then I can change the tire. Here we go."

She squatted down, grabbed the bottom of the RV railing, and used her legs to bring the RV up just enough for the jack to slide under - and that's exactly what Victor did. Misha could now swap out the tire.

"A moment." Victor goes out to fit the jack under the wheel and help Misha replace it. When that's over, he runs back inside. "Thank you." He takes the wine and sips it. "Firstly, I got bestial in front of that hitchhiker, which regardless of the irritation I was currently experiencing is simply unacceptable. Secondly, I was contemplating having us fly over to Niagara Falls. Spend the day in a private jet, have some fun, join the Mile High Club. But then I saw the prices, pussied out, and decided that we should go on RV. All this trouble because of frugality."

“Good job you guys! You guys did great, didn’t interrupt me one bit.” Alessandra praises with a smile, coming out of the room with a new shirt on and blood cleaned off her chest. “Tow guy is on the way, by the way. From there I’ll just buy us all ******* plane tickets and this won’t ever happen again!”

"Yes, that would be the smart route." He drains his glass after saying that. "Well, you beat us all at Uno, and it will be a little bit before the truck gets here, so what do you wish to do now?"

Alana nods slightly and rolls her eyes. "Where's the experiences in a plane Hmmm? So far I've had more fun in this Rv and on this road trip than I've ever had on a plane. As for the lashing out Victor, it happens to all of us on occasions. Besides, it's your birthday. Stopping really should have been your call. But if you all would prefer a private jet then we can take that instead. "

“Alana, all we’ve done is play card games. That pointless battle is as exciting as it will probably get.” Aless deadpans. “We could do that on a plane.” She shakes her head and looks to Victor. “And it’s your special day. You decide on what to do now, dear.”

"Alessandra's right. We can play cards anywhere and we could use some excitement on this RV. Birthday orgy. Hopefully it'll be less of a life-or-death affair than this ordeal with the wolves was."

Alana raises her hands in defense and shrugs. "I don't get out much. The quality time is endearing." She offers Aless a playful smile before giving Victor a peck on the cheek and moving to grab her laptop. "The choice is yours birthday boy. If you need me I'll be on the couch" With a decisive nod, she moves to sit on the couch, wine glass in one hand as she pulls her laptop into her lap with a hum, eventually finishing her glass and setting it down to type quietly. 

"Guy said he'd be here within the hour, think we can finish before then? Or would you prefer to take your time?" Alessandra questions with a raised brow, arms folding across her chest. "And it counts for you too, Lana, you're not getting out of this one that easily."

Misha double checked and triple checked the tire. When she was completely satisfied, she slowly scanned the dark snowy horizon. One got away. Could warn the others. If there are others. And if there are others, they might regroup and be back. She stood there in the dark, in the cold, and looked around, keeping watch. While she kept her little friend secure in the rifle locker, she had a decent pistol sidearm holstered behind her, just in case. She waited outside until the tow truck company came, the the wheel was fixed in about an hour.

Victor thinks a moment before replying to Alessandra. "There are things in life that shouldn't be rushed and this is one of them. While we could finish within the hour, it would cheapen the experience. And besides, Misha would miss it all standing out there in the cold."

Sorrin had helped bury the werewolves and Jeremy, offering a small prayer for their souls, eventually returning back into the RV where he stowed away his blade again. Looking over to everyone else, he massaged his eyes and sighed, "I think I'll head to bed early. Aless, mind if I take the bed?"

Misha came back into the RV after dealing with the tow company and putting the damaged wheel away. "Wheels are feexed." she announced. "We can proceed out of here now, and I suggest we do so soon." She went into one of the bedrooms and changed out of her freezing clothes, and took a hot shower.

"Understandable." Alessandra says, nodding to Victor, then turns to Sorrin. "I don't mind, but the bed is good for two people. If someone slides in next to you don't get weird about it." Alessandra responds while waving a hand. She then watches Misha take the room after having dealt with the towing company. "Well there's your partner for tonight. Sweet dreams!"

Sorrin gives a thankful smile and polite bow to Aless before heading into the bed and laying himself down to one of the far sides of the bed, placing his back up against the wall of the RV. With a heavy sigh, he closes his eyes and tries to sleep.