“These are my dogs,” signs the werewolf to the TSA agent “This one is tea dog and this one is teethy dog and the others are all wolf dog.”

The TSA agent looks appropriately befuddled, so [Witch] assumes the agent doesn’t know sign which, thank goodness. Or maybe the agent does and doesn’t know what the fuck [Alpha] is on about.

“Relax, [Alpha].” says the witch “I’ll just.”

The TSA agent waves them all through easily enough, despite the non-airport safe materials they’re all carrying. It’s a good thing [Witch] knows enough of the mind arts to obscure how fucking weird they all are.