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Amanda Grace and One both figure in this log, somewhat peripherally. However, I was running the scene and think it should be up on the page as an excellent example of good Werewolf RP. Here it is!
Rags is quite disgruntled looking, but also clean. Call to Arms huffs a deep chuckle. ~Three girls dunked him in a tub and washed him. It took hours ... it was well worth it. Looking at him now, you can't tell he came from a sewer.~ Mary Creek shows up at the appointed time and place, wearing semi-grungy (but clean) working clothes. She looks over Rags and smiles. "Did you enjoy it, rhya?" Call to Arms sits near the entrance to the nature preserve, in the Umbra, along with the `pack' that's been hastily assembled for tonight's work. It's true, the Bone Gnawer is clean, somehow. He doesn't even smell bad. Rags flops down, resting his muzzle across his paws. One ear perks up as he chuffs to the other two, ~She's here.~ when Amanda shows up in the relm. Rags is pointedly ignoring the question about the bath, yes. :) Mary Creek settles comfortably on the ground, a large snake coiled nearby, resisting the urge to look in on the red wolves. Amanda Grace drives up in her old clunker with the crystal hanging from the rear window, and gets out. She pauses, looks around, and then glances in the mirror. She's through quickly. Almost too quickly. Amanda Grace tilts her chin up slightly, seeing the elders present. "Rhyas. I'm here as you asked. What's up?" The respectful diffidence in her tone is almost perfect..but were she in fur-form, her ears'd be perking curiously. Call to Arms looks around, startled at Amanda's sudden appearance. Mary Creek blinks and looks up, as the snake lets out a startled hiss and curls back against her. Call to Arms hrrs and grumbles. ~Plan is simple, the Bone Gnawer has a way to lead us into the pup's dreams. We look for answers there, while you guard them.~ Call to Arms tilts her head and glances to the snake, and then to Mary. She decides not toask, and ends up returning her attention to Amanda. Enlightenment dawns as Mary suddenly understands why Amanda's being brought into this. "A good diea, rhya. If someone can tell we're tampering and takes the moment to snatch the cubs.. Or Gaia forbid, if we startle the one into Firsting.." Rags pushes himself up to a sitting position, tail thwapping the ground a few times while he chuffs to Amanda, ~You and yer pack'll earn a bag-full'a Bouncing Ho-hos and Cheezy Puffs for it too.~ Call to Arms growls softly at the mention of Bouncing Hohos and Cheezy Puffs, and looks away. Amanda Grace nods. "As you wish, First Claw." She looks at the snake and murmurs "Forgive me if I startled you." Suddenly she blinks, and sniffs. "Randy-Rhya? Is that you?" Mary Creek feels a sudden need to look down and hide her expression. Rags's eyes roll under his heavy brow. ~Yeah it's me. Figure a Fang just *might* have gotten a real bathtub. Noooo. She rents me time at a groomer's.~ Mary Creek looks over at Rags, having successfully controlled the laughter. "Rhya, you should have been born a no moon. You have found the perfect disguise.. None would recognize you now." Call to Arms huffs. ~He looks almost ... domestic.~ Mary Creek's eyes widen. Oh my. The Fang's got a sense of humor too. Call to Arms huffs. ~Let us get on with it, yes?~ Amanda Grace gets that "lightbulb look," but declines to say anything except "Forgive me for not recognizing you at first, Rhya. I...am used to using smell." She takes a deep breath, and goes back to the Realm..much slower than she left it. Rags eyes the Fang's leg, trying hard to not piddle on it or worse as he hruffs agreement. Rags' form swells and becomes bipedal, growing huge claws and a giant frame: Rat Chaser. Amanda Grace makes her way up the trails, then off to the overlook hill where her pack's been keeping guard. She huddles into her coat. If anyone's watching the Realm, you hear the grey wolves howl a greeting, which she softly returns. Call to Arms follows the Theurge, an act she looks supremely uncomfortable doing. Rat Chaser grows larger then snuffles at the base of a couple trees, then finds the small nuggets he'd left here. ~We need fire, Fang. Just enough to light these. Then, we need to sleep with the wolves.~ Mary Creek strokes the snake, then nudges his head out of her lap as she shifts into Crinos as well. The wolves are curled up inside the den. Most active at dawn and dusk, as all lupines, this is the time to rest at this time of year. They're lucky..their hunting is good. They can afford the sleep time. Call to Arms looks to Mary. Clearly the fang brought no fire. SheOpensTheWay looks at the Fang and shrugs, whuffing, ~I was never a Boy Scout. Wrong gender. Don't you just rub two sticks together, or something? Or get someone who can fetch an elemental?~ Rat Chaser suggests, ~I have a lighter in my coat, if no other has one..~ Call to Arms hrrs. ~No. No coat, you'll stink again. No Moon, can you gather tinder?~ SheOpensTheWay debates and nods, searching around the edge of the growing areas for dead branches and grass. When she has to break them off, she apologizes just in case. There is enough dead material in this season to light a respectable small fire. Rat Chaser goes about the business of placing the incense into little depressions he claws into the dirt at the cardinal directions around the den and the sleeping wolves while he waits for fire to be produced. SheOpensTheWay digs a little hollow in the dirt in front of the cave and dumps the tinder in it, shaping a little cone. She can't make a fire without matches, but at least she's done this aprt before Call to Arms heads off looking for suitable rocks. She returns a few moments later with a chunk of metal, perhaps torn from ... well, let's just say some poor tourist's car will miss it greatly. ~Luna, forgive this crass use of your boon.~, with that, there's a soft flash of light and her claws start to glow. When the glowing stops, they've been replaced by claws of silver. Call to Arms kneels and chips away at the metal with her claws. In moments, the tinder catches and the Fang steps out of the way, to let the No Moon take over. SheOpensTheWay pauses to stare at the Ahroun like she's lost her marbles. ~I thought it was flint and stone that did that.~ No lightning bolts. Must be OK...but the area now has a breathless feel. You can feel the spirits watching. Call to Arms keeps the Gift up until she's sure the fire has caught. She watches patiently, silver clawed arms at her sides. SheOpensTheWay winces and begins feeding dead grass to the tiny flame, huffing at it gently. A soft voice whispers to the Crescent Moon "Please...keep that away from me? I ask for Gaia's sake..." Call to Arms hrrs. ~Better this than letting him wear that damned coat.~ Rat Chaser growls under his breath, ~All that instead of a lighter.~ That is, before he cocks his head to the side, and peers around the earth-pit for the fire. ~Who asks?~ Amanda Grace shifts position. She looks up at the sky, and breathes a soft greeting to Luna. SheOpensTheWay eyes the Fang. ~It's possible to take independence too far, rhya.~ Call to Arms urfs. ~Who asks what?~ SheOpensTheWay looks at Rat Chaser curiously. The voice returns, seeming to emanate from a small tree. ~I ask, Protector.~ The face seems to materialize momentarily from the bark...a Glade child, here. Right near the cubs. Rat Chaser shuffles over to the tiny fire and pokes at the pile of twigs. His head cocks again, then he looks to a little tree. To it, he promises, ~The fire is for other things, not you, young guardian.~ Call to Arms tilts her head as she looks at the tree, and over to the Crescent. Her ears pick up as she listens to the interchange between Gnawer and tree. SheOpensTheWay looks at Rat Chaser, then the tree, then back. Oh. Yes. Theurge-madness. Usual stuff. You all feel a sense of relief. ~I thank you, Protector. I will watch.~ The voice fades. Call to Arms goes to return the chunk of metal, resting it on the roof of the car it was taken from. She returns in a few minutes, her claws back to normal. Rat Chaser picks out a small burning branch, the rest is squashed out with a shaggy fist's swat. He points to the spaces he made, calling, ~Call ta Arms, there, SheOpens, there.~ and goes about lighting the piles of crushed incense. Call to Arms follows his orders, of course. She moves to the indicated spot. SheOpensTheWay pokes at the fire a few times, then gives in and sneaks over to look at the cubs while CTA is returning the metal. With a guilty look over her shoulder, she pads to the place she has been assigned. At some unseen signal, the snake who was with her slithers off towards the Caern. SheOpensTheWay sits hunched over like an overgrown gargoyle, watching Rags uncertainly. Rat Chaser drops down in the center of the circle of incense, declaring ~Breathe deeply, and you will sleep, then go into the dreams of the wolf.~ He hunches over the northernmost smoking pile, cupping a hand over it, and sweeping the smoke to his muzzle. SheOpensTheWay finds this a little more familiar, and snuffles at the sharp smoke, sneezing Crinos-style with her head turned. Call to Arms tries to follow his example, but it's clear she has no idea what she's doing. She takes a deep toke on the plume of smoke and fights backa reaction identical to the No Moons. Amanda Grace stands, in the Realm, up on the hill. She paces out a circle, inhaling deeply of the breeze. Rat Chaser lets his head hang, risking his ear tips getting singed, but already absorbed in the comming trip. SheOpensTheWay rubs at her nose a moment before taking in the smke again, more carefully, bracing ehrself so she won't fall over when they drop into trance and get her tail singed off. Call to Arms doesn't think this will work. She's in to process of bringing his failure to the Bone Gnawer's attention when the smoke proves her wrong. She leans over, onto one arm. The clearing begins to blur, shadows softening the edges of things. It's almost as if you're being cub-born again..eyes opening newly, only scent and sound and touch your guide. And scents are indeed sharp: the decaying leaves' earthy tones, your own.... Call to Arms gracefully sinks into trace with all the control and subtlety of a three car pileup. SheOpensTheWay snuffles drowsily, the thought that she's glad Nadia made Randy take a bath drifting through her mind for a moment, before she loses the thought. The large male dreams of the One Who brings Prey. Call to Arms feels the familiar earth beneath her/his pads..but this one is still cub-awkward. Even in his dreams, he knows he must learn not to fall on stray rocks. He whines, catching his sister's look in his dream. To the No-Moon, the female's thoughts are clear: she is the leader. She is intelligent, and plots the best way to turn a hare next time. As she rests close to her smaller brother, nose pointing toward her larger brother, she sniffs. The Watchers are there, as always. Something in them tickles at the edges of her understanding, but first and always, there is the hunt. And if she places her paw just THERE in the enclosure, she can spring much faster... The smaller male draws his paws in to his chest in his sleep. He waits beside his sister in dream. Something they must do...something. It scents of promise. When they will be able to run beyond the boundaries of the enclosure...only in dream does he wonder what is beyond. The Watchers. The large, stinky greys, who frighten him for reasons he cannot scent. The One Who brings Prey...and....what? SheOpensTheWay sniffs the air, wondering whose dreams they are in, if any.. Amanda Grace kneels in the earth, practicing drawing the pictograms, and then brushing them over. Warning. Weaver. Wyrm. Caern. Danger. The tribes. Over and over, until she has them right. The mother frets. The Watchers came after the birth of her litter, and will not leave. They never leave. Are her cubs in danger? So far, they do nothing...and they scent somewhat like She Who brings Prey..but not... The father hunts, but alone. The ground pulls at his feet in dream, as it did when he learned to hunt. He can scent the muck, and the marsh fowl, and he is hungry. The female cub's dreams are confused. Clouds that scent of salt water, and the sea...she nuzzles closer to Little Brother, without knowing fully why. Big Brother stirs, his own dreams breaking up. You lose sense of him for a bit. The dreams of Little Brother and Sister seem to meld. Where before you caught fragments of all five wolves, now these two seem to have some form of power...they scent stronger of promise. And they scent of salt water. Rat Chaser floats about Little Brother, knowing the place he sits well, though the scent of salt water distracts him, turning his twitching muzzle to the east and the ocean. SheOpensTheWay settles by the female, snuffling silently in her direction, wondering where the salt water is coming from and why she remembers it so well. Clouds....white. Over the trees, low...and the noise of birds. The scent of their feathers. Sister and Brother crouch on a hill. Call to Arms blissfully follows where the dream guides her. With the large brother's stirring, she just waits, unsure what to do next. SheOpensTheWay watches, falling back automatically from the possibly hunting pair, so as not to interfere. First, observe, then ask questions. Big Brother resettles. His dreams come after a moment: the wonderful scent of a clean kill. Call to Arms's tummy grumbles softly, but she's unaware of it, caught in the power of the dream as she is. For Little Brother and Sister, the noise of creaks and odd cries flattens their ears back. The stink of these two-legs is quite unlike the clean earthy scent of the two-legs they know. And for one, it bodes deep trouble..but their dreams are so entwined now, it's hard to tell which is worried. Big Brother sinks deeper into dream, as he hunches over his beaver kill. His ears flick to ward off the large marsh flies. Rat Chaser takes in the scents, looks to his littermates, then licks his chops in a hopeful gilmmer of a thought. SheOpensTheWay slinks up the hill on her belly. Enough's enough, I wanna see what's going on. And if the pair notice us.. Big brother detects a wafting scent unlike any he's known, and growls low. Not the coyotes which killed his ruddy-furred littermates...somehow, even worse. The two-legs are rather like spotted owls in black and white, except they stink. Or maybe like mushrooms, so pale...but with none of mushrooms's clean scent. Their voices are not the songs of the two-legs Sister and Brother know: they're harsher. Rat Chaser simply rides Little Brother, knowing the scents for what they are, though not pushing his dream-horse in any direction then the way Little Brother will take. He figures it'll be interesting seeing through the eyes he does now. Big brother tries to get away from the foulness, dragging his kill with him, but the scent is blowing off of the Big Water Which Dries Cub-Tongues. Sister looks at Brother, and the two fade back into the marshes. The Large Ones will want to know...this scent is not good for hunting. It will drive the game away. The pair trot through the marshes, splashing through water in places, keeping to the game trails in others. Then, suddenly, the dreams begin to break up. Mother drops out of dream. So does Father, a second later. SheOpensTheWay sticks closer to Sister, upset by the sudden instability of the dreams. In the realm, the grad student who looks in on the cubs at night comes up the trails. He sings tunelessly to himself under his breath. Amanda Grace peeks over the hill, keeping low to the ground. She listens as the greys call a welcome to the familiar-scented one. The two adult wolves stick their noses out of the den, no more. The cubs wake, and the dreams dissolve....totally. Amanda Grace opens her coat slowly. Normally, she just lets this guy by. But now...he could be trouble. Or be in it. Rat Chaser absorbs feelings of Little Brother before the dream fades.. if nothing else, perhaps he'll finally understand why Dingo wears that 300 decible shirt he wears. The kid takes down notes on his pad, still humming to himself. Rat Chaser blinks awake, and yips as he pats at the smouldering tips of his ears. The kid finishes, and trots on up the trail to greet the greys. Call to Arms clings to the dream for as long as it lasts. She's slow to wake. Amanda Grace relaxes, very slowly...but not totally. There's only one trail. He'll be passing back this way again. SheOpensTheWay looks around with glazed eyes, disoriented. The sudden ending of the dream was just as unexpected as the dream itself. She makes her way away from the circle, yipping when she enconters the smoldering remains of the fire. The glade is quiet, here. No sign in the Shadow of what spooked the small family. Rat Chaser reaches out to pat down the slowly smoking lumps, counterclockwise, from the west first. He snorts out the remains of the smoke, then blinks his eyes fully open. Chuffing, he asks, ~Did you find the answer you sought, First Claw?~ SheOpensTheWay looks faintly green from the smoke and tucks her head into her shoulders, reminding herself that the spirits would be insulted if she was sick on the components of the rite. Call to Arms hrrs. ~We saw ... the past, but not the future. Just more hints. More questions. What did you see?~ As Rat Chaser makes his rounds, snuffing the rite components, both of you notice a slight movement behind him at the north side. She Opens The Way is closer, and sees a head withdrawing into a shell... SheOpensTheWay stops dead, midbreath. Crinos look fairly silly with their mouths hanging open. ~Is that.. good or bad?~ Amanda Grace keeps her eyes on the trail, waiting for the grad student to come back down. Rat Chaser raises his head as he secrets the remains of the incense into tangles of fur, chuffing, ~What?~ Call to Arms hrrs. ~Can it be tried again? What is the danger?~ SheOpensTheWay points in the direction of the movement, fur fluffed up like a cottonball. ~That. It.~ The girl can laugh when an Athro's growling at her, but the idea that a disappeared totem's watching them gets her spooked. Call to Arms apparently didn't catch enough of it to be freaked out. Her gaze follows the direction the No Moon pointed. Rat Chaser follows SheOpens' gaze and point, sees nothing, then yaps an answer to Call, figuring that the no-moon's pulling something. ~The danger is no more or less then what it was before. Another try means another nap for the wolves though.~ Looks like a rock, lying there, on top of the den. Nothing special. SheOpensTheWay looks at Rat Chaser. Theurge must ahve the answer to everything. ~Did he stop us because we were finding out too much?~ A laugh: She doesnt seem to think we found out anything. Call to Arms hrrs. ~Shall we wait here and try it again?~ SheOpensTheWay could be amused that no one believes she's serious.. Wolf who cries boy. But right now she's too spooked. Call to Arms says "Why would a rock try to ... what did you see?" in Garou. Rat Chaser cranks a brow up, ~Stop us?~ He takes a moment and focuses through the gauntlet. ~The cubs are awake is all.~ Call to Arms hrrs. ~Why would a rock try to ... what did you see?~ The cubs are, indeed, awake, and tussingly. SheOpensTheWay whines and stalks stiff-legged towards the cave, like a dog that's outclassed but trying to save face. ~The.. the turtle!~ Call to Arms hrrs. ~Perhaps it was still part of the dream, or else it was not meant for us to see.~ SheOpensTheWay growls, knowing what she saw, but she stops heading towards the cave, just staring at the rock and daring it to sprout legs again. It doesn't. It does move, ever so slightly, though. SheOpensTheWay whimpers, ears flattening. Rat Chaser finishes scooping up his incense, ears perking at SheOpens' whimpering. ~Now what, no-moon?~ Call to Arms looks back to her, awaiting an answer. SheOpensTheWay whines softly and tucks her paws and tail in tight as she watches the wondrous moving 'rock.' ~It's watching us.~ Call to Arms Spocks a brow, her ear tilts. Hard to tell if she's joking. ~Perhaps you should say `hello' to it, and send it our best wishes. Should we wait for tomorrow night and try this again?~ SheOpensTheWay gives the Fang a dirty look over her shoulder. Rat Chaser gives up, figuring he's been more embarrassed before, over less, and paces over to the rock SheOpens' become facinated with. He pokes it with a long claw, asking, ~Are you watching us?~ A voice issues faintly from the shell. ~Please don't poke me.~ Call to Arms watches as the tension builds, as the three Garou wait for the rock to talk. SheOpensTheWay nervously asks Call, ~Do you think Pet Rocks have spirits?~ It's a slow, quiet, _old_ voice... Rat Chaser hurrs in surprise, then chuffs to the rock, without poking it, ~Sorry. Hard to know what'll make a rock talk to you.~ Call to Arms doesn't respond. For once, the Fang is at a total loss for words. A head sticks out, slowly. ~Thank you. It's much easier to get me to talk if my head isn't in jeopardy.~ Call to Arms urrrs. Even to those that aren't Garou, her confusion is obvious. ~Rat Chaser, are we awake?~ SheOpensTheWay looks vindicated. Sort of. Well, this is proof of a sort, but not what she would be most comfortable with. Rat Chaser hunches down in front of the rock with an extendible head, ~Yer welcome. Rat Chaser of the Gnawers of Bone asks yer name.~ The turtle blinks at you solemnly, red eyes looking you over. ~You may call me Mother.~ She says it perfectly seriously. SheOpensTheWay glances back at Calls and whuffs, ~Rhya, I don't think it matters.~ Call to Arms lumbers over to sit beside the Gnawer, an event made possible by his recent encounter with a pet grooming and washing boutique. SheOpensTheWay edges closer to the turtle, curiousity warring with nervousness. She reminds herself that this isn't a totem, it's an avatar, and besides, its friendly to Uktena.. Right? The grad student finally makes his way down the hill and away. After a while, Amanda hears his car drive away. Rat Chaser hurrs, sitting back on his haunches. ~Mother it is, then. I don't think Mother ta me though.. Mother ta who?~ The turtle doesn't answer. She shifts her gaze to Call to Arms. ~You are of the Wyrmbringers. Yet you yourself are clean.~ And to SheOpensTheWay: ~Elder Sister.~ Back to Rat Chaser. ~What is it you seek here?~ SheOpensTheWay opens her mouth, then closes it, waiting for Rat Chaser to explain before she introduces herself. The turtle already seems to know who she is, anyways. Rat Chaser points at the turtle spirit, ~Figure that'd be you. Our wyrmbringer here figured there was something about th' cubs yer hanging around.~ SheOpensTheWay inches closer to the turtle, staring up at it in undisguised awe, reassured by its calmness that its not here to punish them for messing with the cubs. Mother sticks her head further out. ~It is not time~ Her deep tone has gentle reproof. ~You can't hatch an egg before it is dry and hard, and has sun-warmed for long.~ Call to Arms asks softly, ~True, but it is ... not our nature to wait while the world unravels. We had to do something, so many questions. Why are they coming back now?~ Mother withdraws slightly, her beak opening. ~The river's course has changed so. The time for shell-hiding is almost over. Soon, not even shells will afford protection from the hunters.~ She hisses, as if annoyed. SheOpensTheWay whurfs softly, ~It's hard to know who to trust, Mother-rhya, and we wanted to make sure the cubs would be safe.~ ~Safe?~ Mother looks you over again, those red eyes unreadable. ~They would not be warriors of Gaia were they safe. But you look out for them, Elder Sister, as your people always have. For that, you have my thanks. When the time is right, you will know. And should my chosen guard's life flee, it will fall to you.~ She looks at the three of you one at a time. ~To all of you, in time.~ Rat Chaser sits back, shifting as he does; the dreaded coat shows up, but it doesn't stink.. Seems he washed that too. From one of the many blanket pockets he pulls out a strange little coin, muttering, "Be damned if I thought I'd 'a needed this so soon." He takes a long look back at the turtle, shaking his head, "Figure if yer hatching new kids, 'bout time for no more time.~ SheOpensTheWay blionks a few times. ~I was not aware.. there was a chosen guard. I mean, rhya, it is not that you would abandon your children, but..~ Mother begins to withdraw her head. ~Go. Watch. It is cold, and I must sleep. Remember.~ SheOpensTheWay bobs her head uneasily, thoughts churning through her mind. ~A good sleep to you, Mother-rhya, and warm suns.~ Call to Arms slowly picks herself up. Her eyes and posture show her confusion. ~Ahh, dream of ... dream of whatever it is that great turtles dream of.~ Mother does not speak more, but you sense approval as her head disappears, and she once more does her rock impression. Rat Chaser blinks awake, to say to the turtle, ~Yeah... um, sleep well.~ SheOpensTheWay looks at the other two and silently goes back to the ashes of the fire. Call to Arms follows, her thoughts a jumble of questions. Amanda Grace does jumping jacks to stay awake. ;) Call to Arms chuffs and grrs. Ever a master of understatement, she says ~The question of just how important these pups are has been resolved to my satisfaction.~ Rat Chaser stays seated, staring at the little token for a minute before putting it away. He calls to the other two, ~How long ya figure the world's got?~ SheOpensTheWay settles down on her haunches, looking mildly worried. ~She mentioned a guard.. Do you know who it could be? Dingo-rhya?~ SheOpensTheWay gives Rat Chaser a startled look. He really is sounding like a Raggie. Call to Arms answers Rat Chaser first. ~Too little.~, and then the No Moon. ~The guard could be the one that bring prey, or it could be anyone. Perhaps a piece that hasn't been played.~ Call to Arms blinks. ~Crescent ... would you say that it took you by suprise to find a talking tree here? I assume it was strong from the way you talked to it.~ Rat Chaser ponders to himself, half zoned out. "Less it means that Gaia's putting in overtime 'n she's ready 'ta put some'a her own back inta the fight." Call to Arms huffs. ~A guardian that remains `firmly rooted' in place, and is ever vigilant.~ Rat Chaser takes a moment, then looks over at the young tree, "None of 'em wanna burn.. It's enough to know what's going on here." SheOpensTheWay scritches the fur at the back of her neck. ~How much of this do we tell the Alpha?~ Rat Chaser hruffs, ~This's being kept quiet by th' spirits. Not 'a one's been whispering this stuff ta those who'll listen.~ Call to Arms regards the No Moon. She answers a question with a question. ~You think the Alpha should be kept unaware of something? The secrecy is understandable, the turtle itself told us why ... but the dreams were not just given to a few. Consigning those omens to a good portion of the Sept suggests that it's the Sept's problem to handle.~ Call to Arms huffs. ~Too much, too quickly. Let us inform the guardian that we are done here, and return to the Caern.~ SheOpensTheWay's nose twitches a little. ~I continue to be wary of the possibility of words being given to the wrong ears, rhya, though I don't like secrecy from our cousins.~ Rat Chaser gets to his feet, shaking himself. Sept's problem, maybe. Nation's problem, soon as it's known. Figure we'll wanna have tried tell'in 'em before they know, or try ta keep it quiet?" Call to Arms shrugs, an odd gesture for a Crinos. ~Then we tell the Alpha in secret, and we allow her to decide.~ Call to Arms picks herself up as well. ~This is an event that will rock the Sept, perhaps split it apart. It isin't for us to decide who knows this and who doesn't.~ Amanda Grace shivers quietly, watching the east for signs of sunrise..and Thom's coming to relieve her on duty. SheOpensTheWay nods and drops back into homid form. "That is probably a good idea, rhya." Rat Chaser barks, ~Back to the sept then, before daylight brings darkness.~ Call to Arms directs this to the Bone Gnawer ~Will you inform Amanda? We will travel back in the Shadow. It will give you a chance to ... become ... more ... ahh ... natural, as befits your... traditions.~ Call to Arms departs with the Shadow Walker. Rat Chaser falls to his forelegs, shifting to his natural state as he does, ~I'll be behind you.~ he yaps, before he twists his head to peer into his collar's glassy tag, peeking first, then falling out of Shadow. The Wolf-Man flickers downwards, going to all fours, changing into a mutt of some type. Rags paces around to find Amanda, letting Bris's vision guide him through the relm. Amanda Grace stands up respectfully when you appear from the Shadow. "Rhya...did you find what you sought?" Rags eventually finds Amanda, pulling himself through the gauntlet there, provided he doesn't smell others around.. He yaps at her, ~More then what we sought. More then is to be said here. Watch the wolves carefully, Walker. Things begin to change.~ Amanda Grace straightens. "I watch them as if they were my own, Rhya. Depend on it." Her expression is fierce...and more than a little scared. Rags chuffs, then turns and bounds off back 'home.'
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