OOC
A short bus ride later and Skaald, Sin, and Jesse were standing near the J Street bridge, on the edge of the river that marked the physical border between the Forsaken and the Pure. Jesse shoved her hands in her pockets to keep from fidgeting as she walked towards the bridge. She didn't like striding towards her enemy without her weapon of choice at hand, but she wasn't defenseless, and she didn't want to draw attention to this side of the river. Bullets would mean Cops, and while she was fine with the Pure getting that kind of attention, it would be bad for the pack. She swept a glance at the wolves at her sides.
"So, we're comin' up on the edge of our turf," Jesse explained, looking back to the river. "We cross that bridge and we hit no-man's-land. Complete with barbed-wire and whatever else you can think up. Or might as well be. But anyways, I figure we should hit up all the bridges, since they mark the best way for those Pure-ifying assholes to cross. That will take a few hours in itself, and anythin' beyond that and we'd have to sweep our south end. I'm assuming we won't get much trouble from there, though. Mind you, that might also just be a good way to get stabbed in the back. What do you manly men say? Technically, I have lead on this one, but I like opinions."