The Gnawers keep a Yi up in the rafters, and that's most often where she is. Her clothes since cleaned of blood, her shoulder healed by grace of a stranger Garou, she sits upon one of the beams, leaned against the top of the wall by the mural below.

There's the scuff of blocky shoes outside on the steps-- Hop, hop, thump, and then the door's creaking open, just enough for a skinny, windblown sort of child to squeeze her way inside. Her hair's stuck up all over the place, but she doesn't seem to care that much as she pads into the church and nudges the door shut behind her. She's humming even, as she glances about, sniffs once. Whatever she senses seems to please her.

Yi looks down towards the door as it opens up. Getting up from her spot, the asian Gnawer moves through the rafters quiet as a cat, until she reaches a fair distance, about a few feet in front of the cub. Considering dropping in on her, she instead decides to give advanced warning. "Hey," she greets, before placing a hand on the rafters and swinging down. A brief dusting of her pants, and she looks up to check the rafters before smiling at Anneka.

Little Tim drifts in moments after the cub, like a piece of trash blown up out of the gutter. One grubby, tattooed hand is fisted around a paper-bag-wrapped bottle of something hard (which finds its way to his stubble-strewn mouth quite often), and the other clutches a grocery-bag filled with something heavy that pushes at its sides. "The fuck's up?" he calls ahead of himself into the dimness of the sanctuary, properly dignified as usual.

The cheery hum stops with a muffled yelp, as Anneka gives a wide-eyed look up at the rafters. There's a second or two when she crouches down, tension tracing out along her arms and legs, a snarl turning in the back of her throat, and then-- "Yiiii! I was lookin' for you!" The cub aims herself for the Canto-Gnawer. She's wearing some bulky coat she found somewhere. Well, bulky for her, with a hood that'd probably cover her face.

Yi catches Anneka, the hug brief before she detaches with a smirky grin. "Looking for me? Why?" Her eyes turn as Little Tim enters and queries. "Hey Tim. As for what's up..." she looks up. "I was. But now I'm not. The wind's strong today, outside. How about you?" She gives Anneka another pat on the shoulder.

It takes Tim a moment longer than usual to register the two faces, which might mean he's a little more loaded today than usual. But, as always, it's hard to tell just /how/ loaded otherwise. "No shit, it's strong. 'Bout blew my mohawk off," he mutters as he drops heavily into a pew near the others. His gaze drifts up to the rafters, then he asks, rhetorically, "You playin' Cheetah again?" before turning to Anneka. "You the fresh meat, huh, kiddo?"

Anneka's got an impish grin going. "I found some cool stuff." She starts fishing around in her jacket's voluminous pockets, before she finally registers that there's a fellow here, coming this way, talking even. She glances up and waves. "Hey, hi." The corners of he mouth turn up. "Yeah, I guess I am. I'm Anneka."

Yi looks over Anneka's Huge jacket. "Really? Guess you know about Stuff already?" She waves Little Tim over. "This is Anneka, Tim. Halfmoon of the family, and apparently, got the high up on Rotem as far as cub status yesterday." She shakes her head at that memory, but the smirk remains on her features.

He doesn't seem all that disturbed by the sound of voices, but Smokes does look a little grizzled and lean as he wanders up the stairs, attracted to the noise. His eyues blink rapidly, even in Lupus, as if the Gnawer had just woken up. He stops just as he enters the Church proper, taking in the sights and scents.

You paged Smokes-the-Weed with 'Ya probably would've noticed the smell of Reggie and Yi and Anneka, along with ketchup and blood. That was last night. And there's some more slightly blood and ketchup smell hanging around the church.'.

Little Tim quirks an eyebrow, runs a hand over his mohawk, then says, "Well, that ain't too hard, considerin' the kid's a world-class walkin' cluster fuck, man." He takes a long draw from his bottle, rises, paces toward the cub. "A'right, Annie," he says, looking her up and down, "when you run into new wolves, like me, you gots to give 'em your lil' intro first. Don't let nobody do it for you, word?" He looks toward Yi for a second, then back to Anneka, and holds out a dirty hand to shake. "Like this: Hey, kid, I'm Tim. Family calls me Little Timmy Toothbreaker. Sometimes Shithead, or Asshole, but Tim's good for you. Gnawer, No-Moon, Troublemaker."

There's a price tag on the jacket, sticking out of the collar and the cub smells vaguely of-- fruit? She glances to Yi, cants her head. "It was gettin' cold 'gain," she says, quietly. Then she's perked up a bit and starts fishing around in her voluminous pockets.

The cub sticks a pale hand out and brushes her hair back from her eyes. Her back's straightened up a bit, though it's hard to tell under the truly oversized coat. "I'm Anneka. Annie, Raggedy Ann and Ann'ka." She grins, though she's wise enough not to show teeth, nor fix eyes on the older wolf. "Cub, Philodox 'n 'Gnawer." Her hand's mostly engulfed by Tim's.

Smokes-the-Weed's ears start to twitch with a not-small interest, especially at the words being exchanged. The small wolf pads forward, chuffing a hello to the other two Cliath Raggies, and sniffs around the girl for a moment, as if inspecting soemthing.

Yi blinks as she thinks she hears the approach of claws on stairs, and then looks over to Joey as the lupus approaches. "Hey!" she greets yet another ragabash of the family. Then, the Canto-Gnawer gazes at both ragabi, to see if they approve.

Little Tim nods with a strange formality, then gives the little hand a nice hard shake. "Sweet. Good meetin' ya," he says, flashing his trademark smirk. "Hope Yi ain't made you too soft already, though. Here," he says, leaning over the pew he abandoned to fish inside his grocery bag. Out comes a pack of batteries and a nice clean orange - almost the size of a grapefruit. "Gift from me to you, for bein' all new and shit." Another round of fishing, and another orange comes out; this is tosses behind his back toward Yi.

Yi catches the orange deftly despite the surprise and mock-indignance on her face. "I'm not soft!" she retorts playfully. "Fought with Reggie yesterday over that fact." A wry smirk crosses back onto her features as a hand goes down to scruffle Joey between the ears as she waits for Joey to intro himself too.

The girl's got the look that suggests that she'd be wagging a tail if she had one at that moment. The orange and batteries are taken carefully, the first held in one hand while she tucks the second away. These'll come 'n handy for somethin', her face says. "Thank you, thanks!" She glaces over to Yi, then down at the fellow nosing about.

Smokes-the-Weed sits up, as the cub looks down at him. He yips, apparently in a good mood. For show, he sits up, tail thumping the floor. Nice to meet you, he starts, then stops himself. He looks to toe other Raggies. She does not know the language of dogs, does she? I should shift.

Yi glances among them, glad to see the new cub accepted so warmly. "She learns fast," Yi replies to Joey. "Try it out anyway. It's the way to learn by experience."

Anneka cants her head a bit, her hood flopping back. "I know a little," she says, rocking back on her heels. For the moment, whatever's making her jacket smell like fruit has been forgotten. Her shoes thump a little as she leans forward again. Ears up, if only in the figurative sense at the moment.

Smokes-the-Weed goes back down to all fours, and decides to do his own thing by shifting up. As he goes to Homid, he appears to be a young boy, close to Anneka's own age. he bows, sweeping off his baseball cap in a gallant (Well, as gallant as Joey can ever get) gesture. "'M Joey, called Braves Fire to the cleaner Tribes, known as Smokes-the-Weed to the Gnawers. Cliath. Also a Ragabash, liek these two."

Joey smiles. "But, give me a few, and i'll be back with something for ya, cub." With that, he turns and bolts.

Yi chuckles at Joey's gallant sweeping bow, then blinks as he tears off out the church. She thumbs in his direction. "That's Joey." She nods affirmatively. Yes Ms. Obvious. "So what did you do today that has you in such a good mood?" Her head tilts at Anneka.

Anneka looks delighted, if a little confused as she's introduced-- only to watch Joey bail in turn. "I guess-- I can do my half of th'introduc'in, later." She's beaming, then, twirling about in the oversized coat. "I-- Was explorin'. Saint Claire's really cool. Like, cool, so I got a coat, an' I found some neat stuff." She quirks a brow, up. "I kinda think I know where the Rialto is-- Oh, an' I found kiwi!" That's the fruit smell, evidently-- She's got four of them in her pocket. They're only a little bruised by the time she fishes them out.

Yi blinks, evidently she recognizes the fruit too. The smile on her face gets less wry and more genuine. "Glad you like the city. And... I haven't seen those fruits in awhile." She blinks a couple of times. "Maybe I missed them on my way in the grocers. She shrugs that off. "Where'd you find them?"

Anneka makes a bit of a face at their condition, but they're handed with a certain solemnity to Yi. Then she's patting about at the coat's varied pockets. "Five-- Five, five, five. I think there was five." She looks to the fruit. "Those were real cool. I was explorin' annnd there was this store, with a buncha stuff out back. I guess they were gettin' ready to take 'em away, but I got some. They're real soft, so if they were yucked up, it'd be, like-- Yuck."

Yi chuckles softly. "Well soft isn't too bad. Just don't eat it when it's rotten. Unless, you were planning on using them for something else. The coat is nice, though I'd keep it around. Don't shift with it on, you know?"

Anneka lets the sleeves drop down and her hands vanish. "I was thinkin' 'bout that, too. I could prob'ly be Glabro, and it'd be okay. Not Crinos, though. 'Sides, it'd look real weird t'be wolfin' with a coat on." She glances to Yi. "Yeah. I'll be careful with it." Her cheer is muted for a bit, as she pokes around in the various pockets. "'Cause it's pretty new."

Yi nods. "Looks big enough, and has lots of pockets." She grins, leaning up against the pew. "So aside from jackets and kiwis, how are you feeling? Moon's kind of full, normally we're more nervous, or shorter tempered. You're ok though?"

Anneka's tension is easy to see in her face, in the way she stops rocking on her heels for a moment and the smile falters. It's there for a moment, and then she's shrugging in her giant coat. "It was real bad yesterday. I didn't know I could ever get that mad. Mad 'nough to--" Then she's caught her smile again, if a smaller one. "I'm okay, 'cept that I saw Rotem around an' then I got mad again. So-- I went hidin'."

Yi tilts her head. "You saw him afterwards? What did he say to get you mad again?" Apparently, Yi is inquisitive on cub matters because, well, they are part of her business.

Anneka glances off towards the basement, craning her neck about to catch a look at it. "I was thinkin' about the mural-- It was neat and I didn't really get a chance to /look/ at it, so I came back. He was sleepin', I think. Tried t'trip me, too." She turns about until she's facing Yi, again. "It's gotta be real hard for Ahroun-- They're fighty, anyway, and this is their moon." Her eyes get bigger as she finds the last kiwi, hands it to Yi with a grin. "He was better, though-- He went t'th basement, an' didn't try t'hurt me or anythin'."

"Well, he did say I'd better leave, 'else he'd kill me, but I guess that's his way of sayin' hi," the girl adds.

Yi takes the kiwi gently, as if she didn't want to bruise the hairs even though her jaw tenses slightly at Anneka's last note. "Did he now." She swallows an unvoiced thought. After a minute or so of silence, she answers. "I'm not going to interfere with this. Cub rivalry is something I know well, but the elders always let us deal with it as long as we didn't hurt each other to the point of killing." Her brow furrows some. "If there is a challenge, amongst you two, then let one of the elders know at least." She shakes her head slowly, another unspoken thought being wisked out.

Anneka's expressions can turn on a dime. She's serious, solemn-eyed when Yi looks at her next, her hands stuck in the pockets of the giant coat. "I'm bettin' he was sayin' stuff without thinkin', 'cause that's what he sounds like. An' I'm bettin' he's gonna want t'fight, 'cause he's got a bug up his butt." She nods. "I'll make sure. If I can do somethin' I'm thinkin' 'bout, there'll be folks 'round when it happens."

Yi exhales quietly, clasping her hands behind her with the kiwi in one. "What I don't want to think about, is that he would be acting just as a bully. You know, picking on others so he can affirm his status." She shakes her head, and clasps the hands to look down at the kiwi, as if the fruit would hold the answer. She looks back to Anneka. "He does say things a little too quickly before thinking of what comes after, yes. Maybe you two can work it out without any physical harm."

"Hope so," Anneka says, and there's a bit of a grin in her voice again. "'Cause it'd be better if we were friends. Fr'all /I/ know, we could end up in th'same pack someday, an' we'd better get stuff workin' b'fore then."

Yi nods a bit. "We already have enemies. We don't need dissenters from the inside either." She gets a little smirk crossing back over her eyes at least, and she sets a hand down on the pew beside her. "So, did you have anything to ask of me since yesterday?"

Anneka nods twice. "Uh-huh." She's serious again, her head canted slightly. "If I do hafta fight him, I'd better know how--" She looks around. "Someplace t'start, even."

Yi looks a bit surprised, brows arching up. She blinks a couple of times, but then nods her assent. "Alright. I might be able to show something." She looks around the church, and then narrows her eyes slightly. "Let's not do it here though. Have you been to the farmhouse?" She tilts her head back at Anneka, gaze inquiring.

Anneka looks back at Yi, her eyes still serious. "I did, after th'dox moot. It was really crowded." Then she adds, a bit quieter. "I don't want t'fight him, Yi, but if I hafta--" She shrugs a huge shrug, accentuated by her oversized coat. "Gotta start learnin' t'fight sometime, too."

Yi nods slowly. "Well, we'll use the barn by the farmhouse. It has a punching bag, which should help in practice." She tosses the kiwi up lightly, catching it just as gently. "Let's go, na?"

Anneka jams her hands in her pockets-- the big ones at her sides, and nods. "Okay."

Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels. The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
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Obvious exits:
BarnYard

The walk was brisk, mostly, for 12 miles or so. Yet, Yi doesn't seem worn out at all. Once they enter the barn, she holds the sliding door open for Anneka to let the cub in before closing it. "The barn. Big space, nice place for sparring and things. One of the rules for the farmhouse, is no shifting in the farmhouse. The barn though, is ok to shift in. It's like the church. Just be careful about roaring and things."

The walk is not so pleasant for the cub. She troops along for quite some time through the city, but by the time they've reached its edge and passed it, Anneka has taken her coat off and draped it over a shoulder, and started to lag behind. At the farmhouse, though, she sprawls out on the ground, heedless of the dit floor. "Werp." She pants quietly.

Yi blinks at the sprawled cub, then laughs softly. "I'm sorry... maybe I should've slowed the pace. Why didn't you just tell me?" She offers a hand to help up the cub. "Here... you can sit some on the hay. I'll show you some things on the bag there." She motions, still with the kiwi in hand, towards the punching bag a little off to the side hung on a support.

Pale hands reach up to brush damp strands of hair from her forehead and clambers her way to the hay where she sprawls with her coat. She pants, grinning at the hand up. "Whf-- Whf-- That was real far. I-- Wasn't so bad-- on Matt's bike." She sits up a bit more, glances to the punching bag with a wavery smirk. "I-- thought it was testin', too. Gotta-- be able to walk far." She takes a deep breath.

Yi grins as the girl sets down into the hay with a whumph. "If you come here often, it's easier in lupus. But of course, I would suggest getting to the woods before shifting. And even then, be out of sight when doing it. Crouching down is a good way." She then turns to the bag, examing it. The bag itself has some normal wear and tear chinks and dents, but solid enough. Standing beside it, she points out accordingly as to her lessons, using herself and bag as models. But, she too takes a moment to breathe before immediately going into lesson.

"I haven't been lupus outside, yet. I've been practicin' th'shapes, though." Anneka's got something of a wry grin for a moment, and then she's leaning forward, watching Yi and the punching bag.

Yi grins. "It's nice out here. I've spent some time in lupus just wandering around. It is good to get to know the signs of the woods as well as the streets. Balance to the being and knowledge." She clears her throat anyway, and points to herself. "There's some points that are obvious, when you strike, it will hurt. From the front, you can see. The head and face. The throat. Collarbone. Center of the chest. Inner thighs. Groin. Knees." She points out all the points respectively. "From the back and sides, you have the back of the head, where the neck connects. Underarms. Side of the ribs. Bottom of the spine. The hips. Sides of the knees." She turns back around, to see if Anneka has questions.

Anneka is rubbing at one of her calves, through the dirt-streaked denim of her jeans, but she's watching, her eyes never leaving a spot between Yi and the punching bag. "Beans. I got real lucky with Matt 'n his beans." Then she holds her skinny arms out. "And I know I'm not too big, even in Crinos, so if I'm gonna fight, I'll have to be sneaky, 'n use my head."

Yi nods slowly. "The groin. While it is a point to aim for, I've found many experienced fighters know this point as a main weakness. They know to watch out for it." She looks to the punching bag a moment. "The punching bag here, is hung a little higher than I am. "Most of my opponents are bigger than I am, I've found, so I use size to an advantage. If you imagine this a moment, as a normal man. The top is the head and neck, upper torso, moving down accordingly. The throat is very vulnerable, as it holds both windpipe and life vein. Grip, twist, pull, and you can rip out someone's throat easily in stronger forms. However, a direct hit forward, also bruises the windpipe and makes it hard to breathe. Good for disabling opponents or slowing them down." She thinks some more. "The center of the chest here, is the center of.. Chi. Hit it right, and it takes out the fight in most. Or at least, winds them." The nomoon swings a fist into the very center of the bag. It crinkles with an audible smack.

The cub sits up a bit more at the sound of the smack of fist against fabric. Yi isn't much taller than she is, but with one step it's obvious she's a good deal stronger. "Chi?" she asks, quietly. A few strands of curly hair are brushed away from her nose. Then, her eyes glitter a bit and she starts bouncing up and down on the hay.

Yi blinks, and then brings a hand to her forehead. "Aiya... I'm sorry. Uhm. Chi is... like.. mojo." She pauses at the awkwardness of the explanation. "No, not mojo.. well, the.. essence of the spirit. Like, the Force inside you. Like from Star Wars. The Force." She rubs a hand on the back of her neck. "The center of the body, at the middle of the ribs joining, above the stomach here." She points to what would be the solar plexus. "My mentor told me once, he knew a man who had what was like, the Touch of Death. Struck a man here, and killed him, by forcing his chi onto his opponent's center." She thinks about how awkward that must sound, then shakes her head. "Well. It is a focal point of energy, anyway. Another couple of points, are the elbows and knees. You see, they only move two ways. Like a door hinge." She demonstrates with a curling and uncurling of her arm and a swing of her knee. "If you strike it from the unnatural side... Crack. It breaks bones. Also, cutting the tendons at wrists, ankles. Hamstringing, cutting tendons that are behind the knees." She pauses, wondering if this rather makes the cub squeamish.

Anneka tilts slightly to the left as she cants her head. "I'm a wolf. The Force isn' too weird after that." Her smile has drawn down to something almost grave on her round face, but she's watching. She's nodding, slowly, as well.

Yi licks her lips to wet them some, as she nods. "You say you skateboard, yes? Then you know about keeping your balance. You know that when you press against something, it presses back. When you strike something, it will also strike back. Action, reaction. Like a floating ball in water." She whirls around in a roundhouse, about to strike at the top of the bag but stops, paused in that stance. She looks over and grins. "Here, my leg and the force behind it wants to strike at the head. But, the arm is out to hold the balance in the center." She bends her leg, and then taps the bag with her outstretched foot at top, center, bottom. "Head and neck, ribs and gut, hips and knees." She sets both feet down again. "You want to try?"

Anneka has clambered off of the hay bales before she stops, her shoes scuffing against the dirt. There's a strand of hay stuck in her sandy hair. She looks to Yi, her fingers curling into fists jammed into her pockets, then she nods. "Yeah." Then, stronger. "Yes." There's almost a smile, then, when she adds. "I wanted t'show you something first, tho'."

Yi gazes over with head tilted. One could almost imagine the question mark popping up over her head.

Anneka's eyes drift around the barn, wandering over haybales and sturdy wooden poles, the roof and the earth below. Then she nods, mostly to herself. There's miles of uncertainty in her eyes when she looks up to the punching bag. "It's balance, like skatin'." She's not wearing her coat, so Yi can see the muscles tense in her skinny arms as she crouches, and starts to run towards the punching bag. What happens after looks a lot like a skater doing an ollie, perched up on the edge of a pipe with a hand gripping her board to keep it from flying off into nothing. Except she doesn't have a board-- Instead, a hand is planted on the ground, her arm a lever to pick her body up. Then with nothing to hold them in place, her feet shoot out, thump with all the force Anneka's body can muster into where a certain Fianna's beans were, some days ago. It's messy, inelegant-- and Anneka ends up tumbled on the ground with a 'whf!' as the air is driven from her lungs-- But there are two neat footprints on the cloth.

Anneka coughs once. There's dust in her air. "I was wonderin' if I could do somethin' with /that/."

Yi watches and then sees the result of the punching bag. It sways, crazily at the kick, wobbling back, then forward. She looks thoughtful some more, before rounding to the other side of the bag. "One... would be to try and land on your feet, or at least roll away. Or, land with arms bent so you don't break your wrists. Everything, lightly." The nomoon takes a couple steps back, then charges the same way Anneka did. She swings low, coiling into a low center of gravity, before planting her hands down and kicking upward into the same 'spot' of the bag, only this time casting a variation of one foot striking to the groin in one direction and the other acting as either a block or a second strike to a section higher up, possible a cage of ribs. The scissor like kick plants onto the bag and sends it twisting while Yi plants both her feet back onto the ground. Her arms push off and send her back onto her standing on her feet. And with a short but muffled cry she strikes right at an imaginary adam's apple.

Yi looks back down at the cub. "I think it might work," she grins, blinking as the bag smacks back into her on the comeback.

Anneka, still sprawled on the ground, starts giggling. "Owww."

Yi stands a bit dazed by the bag's comeback, but grips it firmly around an arm and chuckles. "I think the bag's spirit doesn't like being beat up on without getting it's own chance." She pats the bag. "That, of course, might not be expected. But it's harder to do on moving targets. Like crinos. One thing to know, is about your rage. It's.. also part of the Force, inside. Instincts, emotions, kind of grow from it. When you harness this inner energy, you move faster, hit stronger. But sometimes, the energy is unchecked, and it can affect your thought. When you get very mad, it hinders your common sense. Sometimes, it makes one change. Go into a frenzy, and end up being uncontrolled."

Anneka is a mess when she clambers to her feet, with smudges of dirt all over her hands and arms, and streaked down her clothes. A bit of hay is still caught in her hair. She coughs once, rubs at her nose, and looks to Yi. There's a flicker of memory in the girl's eyes, and she nods. It's not likely she'll forget what happened the night before. "An' with th'moon full, that's even harder." It's almost like she's stretching into a yawn, then but the girl keeps stretching, up and out and then a gangly, sandy-furred Crinos with oversized paws and lantern eyes is regarding the bag.

Yi blinks a couple of times, watching the girl get bigger. Once the crinos is done in the shift, she quirks her lip up in a smirk. "Didn't hurt now, did it?" She grins up at the wolfy face. "Just need to learn about control now. It's all..." she taps her temple, "Up in here. And of course, in your spirit."

Anneka takes a deep breath, her ribs pulling against the taut skin, beneath scruffy, sandy fur. She nods her huge head, slowly. ~Not hurtin', not now.~ Her tail starts to wag, slowly, then more, the wolf-in-crinos hunkered down, so her head is almost level with the cliath's. ~Thank you.~

Yi lifts a hand at the hunkered down crinos and scratches the broad head. "You're welcome, Anneka. Just remember though, if you can help it, don't be like me and try to take on ahrouns on their moons." She chuckles and slips her hand back down to her side. "You know, you need a cubname." Her head tilts slightly, as she looks over the sandy crinos. Then she shrugs. "Well, I'm not good at cub names. Maybe I'll think of one sooner or later. Until then, I'll just call you Anneka." She rolls the name around her head. "Where is that from, anyway? Anneka. I have heard so many strange names since coming here."

Anneka turns her head a bit, the cant exaggerated for the big, triangular ears, and the ruff of sandy fur around her face. There's a long pause as she tries to put words to thought. Then, she does manage one, her form blurring as she grows smaller, claws pulling in to fingernails, fur fading for skin and cloth, and then a skinny girl is hunkered down on the ground, her head canted in the same strange, questioning angle. "Mom said it was real old."

Anneka stands, brushes at her knees with a filthy hand. "She said it was from lotsa places, like water is. I guess it is."

Yi looks thoughtful, then shrugs. "Well. It is a good name like any other. I only ask because I do not know how to say 'Anneka' in lupus." She rubs at the bottom of her chin and taps the bag thoughtfully. "Water? Hm." Evidently she must be thinking of some name for the cub.

Alicia heads into the barn, catching just the tail end of the conversation. "The party has arrived!" Wearing a huge grin across her face, the Galliard stretches her arms up, popping the joints in her tired shoulders.

Anneka is, by all accounts, a mess. Her hands are dirty, and there are big smudges of earth along her knees, and in splotches across her shirt. There's even something that looks like spatters of ketchup, here and there, and a piece of straw poking jauntily from her curly, tangled hair. Her eyes are bright though as she glances from Yi to the newcomer.

Yi turns as Alicia comes in. "Hey Alicia," she waves with a smile. "Just showing Anneka how to fight a bag. How is everything?" She pauses, then steps off to a side. "But, ah, please introduce yourselves first." Manners.. Yi.. manners.

Anneka is grinning then and quite the imp for it. "Hi-- I'm Anneka. Cub, 'n Philodox 'n Bone Gnawer." There's some emphasis to that which wasn't there a day or so ago. Something that Yi might pick up on.

"I'm doing just fine actually." Turning her gaze towards the younger girl, Alicia gives her a leveled gaze, smiling. "I'm Blooms From Her Pain. MoonDancer and Tale Singer for the Children of Gaia, soon to be Cliath!"

Yi looks pleased by the news. "Going out there eh?" she grins at Alicia. She turns to Anneka. "So, Blooms-from-her-Pain is Alicia's cubname." She looks back to the coggie. "We were thinking of a name for Anneka. Something pronounceable in lupus."

Anneka 's getting used to this, she is. Her eyes are dancing, but they never quite meet Alicia's, except for that first moment of greeting. "Cool," she says. "I don't think I've met anyone from your tribe, before. By name, anyway. There's a buncha people at the farmhouse an' I don't know everyone yet."

Alicia grins widely. "Shit, I haven't met everyone from my tribe either." Rocking on the balls of her feet, the beauty flips her hair back over one of her shoulders, now waist long. "So, a new name for the young blood eh? Step back an let the Galliard have a crack at this."

Yi laughs softly, giving both cubs a quirky smile. "She's supposed to be good at this," she says not-as-quietly to Anneka. Joking, of course. Anneka grins back to Yi, then tilts her head. "So-- cub names are kinda stuff that people do? Like-- Ketchup?"

Alicia grins. "Cub names are just the first names that we get to go by. Kinda like a deed name. My first cub name was Pretty-Paws, because, well... they are just so damn cute." She wiggles her fingers. "I was soon later named Blooms From Her Pain, because I was able to over come the tragedies of my prior life, to blossom into this flower I have became. Most cub names are fun, not really serious, but, in a way, it describes us, who we are, a symbolism."

Yi grins at Alicia. "Just as long as no one calls you Flower. They might be on the receiving end of one of your pretty crinos paws." She laughs and leans up against one of the support beams. "And I'm Three-Blades, though that's a story for some other night." The smile is wry, just for the briefest of moments and probably lost in the dim barn. "Or it can be, part of what you look like. Rotem used to be Greenstreak, because of his hair."

Anneka nods amiably as she settles down, crosslegged on a haybale. She plucks the strand of hay from her hair, regards it with a certain solemn curiosity. "It's kind of funny-- I hadn't really thought too much 'bout how many names I'm growin', but there's a lot. Nevada calls me Raggedy Ann, Tim called me Annie, Max Ann'ka. It's not just what you're like, but what other people see in y'too." She glances to Yi.

Anneka rocks back a bit, leaning against a haybale. "That's pretty cool." She glances back at Alicia, then.

Alicia nods her head with a slight smirk across her lips, glancing over to Yi. She makes a 'rarr' motion with her fingers, spreading them like claws. "You won't believe the stuff I've been called here. So.. lets come up with a name for you.. Raggedy Ann." She teases, eyes sparkling brightly like twin, dark pools of mirth. "Hmm.... well, you were talking 'bout water earlier... How 'bout...." She trails off, mind lost in thought.

Anneka grins right back at Alicia, green eyes bright and wild. "Well, I grew up in T'coma. Lots of swimmin' when it's warm 'nough, lots of skatin' th'rest of th'time."

Yi continues thinking, not very good at names really. "Water... skating..." she looks to Alicia. Oh galliard of the night.

Alicia nods her head and thinks for a moment, then glances over to Yi. It seems that she has a few ideas she's kicking around in her mind. "Well.. lets try an combine the two or something... How 'bout.. Walks Across Water? Ya'know, its kinda coolish, and it has symbolism for both sports."

Yi looks like she has a little epiphany. "Edge." She looks at the two. "Since, you like to skateboard, it must hold some dangers right? And you take the risks anyway." She pauses, then shrugs. "I told you I was bad at names."

Anneka pulls her legs up and wraps her arms about them, grinning at no one and everyone in particular. She's got the looks of someone who has had an excellent day, smiling there like the wolf she is. "Well, skatin's fun, but it's not what I dream 'bout," she says. "I always dream about water." She shakes her head, grinning. "'s kinda funny, since I haven't had a chance to swim, or skate anythin' since I got here."

Alicia grins a bit and puffs up her chest. "Well.. what 'bout... Pond-Runner?"

Yi chews on her lip some. "Dreams about water?" Her thoughtful look returns. Long distance to the room: Yi garghs, keeps thinking about 'Brink' that movie.

Anneka rocks forward a bit until she's got enough momentum to dart her feet out and end up standing in one swoop. Then she grins at the pair, and there's a tired edge to her green eyes. "H'bout tomorrow someone can show me a place I could swim, an' maybe get a skateboard, too? Then, maybe there's namin' in that." She looks from cliath to nearly-cliath, her smile almost careful for a moment.

Yi looks from galliard to philodox, then nods a bit. "True. Don't need to rush things like this. After all most deed names are earned anyway." She gives a little quirk of a grin, and looks over at Alicia. "We ought to get back to the city. Seems trouble likes to come out on the full moon more often too. If I don't see you before you go on your rite, you'll take care of yourself yes?"

Alicia nods her head and smiles. "You'll see me before then. I won't be riting for another few weeks or so. But.. Adam gave me the thumbs up. Tomorrow the tribe moots and does a get together." Waving a hand to Anneka, she says. "Later cubby."

Yi pushes off the beam she was leaning on and gives the punching bag beside her another playful sock as if say 'don't go anywhere'. Then she nods to Anneka and Alicia, before another thought crosses her mind as she looks to Alicia. "Oh, there's another one of your tribe in town. Quincy, his name is... Silent-Thoughts-of-Gaia. Seer's moon. He came by before, but he just popped up again last night. I know where he lives, but I'll need to get one of your tribe to see if he is good to go." She touches her shoulder, looking down at it. "Healed my shoulder," she murmurs softly before looking up and motioning for Anneka to go ahead and step out. "I'll come by tomorrow if I can and let them know, na?"

Alicia smiles brightly in reply to Yi, then dips her head sharply, acknowledgement.

Anneka is wriggling into her oversized coat, but she waves to Alicia, grins. "Later. It was good t'meet you. Hope your rite's cool." Then she's nodding to Yi, and yawning as she heads outside, into the dark.