Leonard and Rotem are sleeping by the fire, which has burned down to coals.

Sniffing her way over the mountain foothills, Three-Blades picks over hill and dale following the scent of a certain Wendigo and Gnawer cub. Once they come into view, she bounds over with a short pant and slows when they appear to be asleep. Ears flicking up, the nomoon trots over to the Wendigo and cants her head. Debate debate...

Leonard blinks awake at the sound of panting, looking over at the wolf sleepily then smiling. "Hey, Speetlum. Checking on your cub?"

Three-Blades bends her head down and licks Leonard sloppily over his face. Good evening Little Bear. Just seeing what you were doing. The nomoon turns her head to gaze at the cub sleeping by the low coals. He looks tired. An ear flicks and she wags her tail, looking back at the Wendigo.

Leonard wrinkles his nose, grinning and blocking you with one forearm as he sits up. "He should be. I had him run up and down the bluff for a half hour before hiking all the way here with two short breaks, then made him go find dinner."

Three-Blades doesn't contain her humour at the images she gets. What did he catch, the mighty hunter? Her tail wags even as she sits down beside the Wendigo and nuzzles under his chin.

Leonard laughs, quietly, so as not to wake the boy. He strokes her head. "Some fish. He seemed suprised when I told him to thank them, and was very afraid of crossing into the umbra during the day. I take it that's because of the city umbra and his fight with the owl." He studies the ahroun a moment, frowning. "He's rude and doesn't think before he speaks. Always thinking of himself. But I think he learned something last night about treating other people the way he would want to be treated" He glances at you, curiously. "He also said he was going to be meeting some rat spirit, I guess the one he saved from the owl, at the caern with Elan at some point during this moon. I wonder if you could tell Elan to bring the spirit out here? He's doing better without others around him, and I don't want him falling back into old habits. I think its too soon."

Three-Blades grunts with pleasure from the stroke, ears alternating in splaying then perking at the Wendigo's words. The Scab's Shadow is dangerous in the day, yes. The fight with the tainted owl was on a slim moon as this one, near the Scab. She ducks her head around his hand a moment and grumbles. He is rude, that is certain. Only, though, because he thinks of himself only that is true too. He has only had himself to depend on. He does not understand that his responsibility stretches to others as well, now. Ears flick back into her fur, frustrated shame of her inability to teach him that important feature of Garou life or life in general showing. Mention of the rat spirit turns her mind elsewhere. He said Shadow Eyes-rhya would go with him to see it. I will ask if he can bring the rat spirit here. Maybe the rat spirit will like to stay here. The Shadow here is a nice place. Clean. Quiet... She looks back to Little Bear. I met a talking tree.

Leonard smiles, scratching under her chin. "Don't feel bad, little bitterroot. This one is stubborn and needs more patience than a city dweller has. You met a talking tree, huh? What did he say?"

Three-Blades wiggles her ears and licks his forearm once. It was large, very tall, with white wood and black leaves, very proud. It didn't... talk really. But the way its leaves moved, the lay of the branches. Body language. She wiggles, for effect. Curling her tail over her forepaws she tilts her head. Soulcatcher called the tree, Grandfather Oak.

Leonard smiles. "Oak is very wise. He lives a long time and sees a lot. Did you talk any more about looking for a vision?"

Three-Blades sinks down to her belly and stretches out. Only a little, she replies. The vision quest... is something to think about. It is a ... sort of selfish thing to think about going on though, while there is so much to do. While I would go tramping into the world of the mind, the Wyrm oozes all over the place in the sewers and the Scab.

Leonard arches an eyebrow. "Oh, so you are the only thing able to beat him back, huh? Well, that's good to know. I guess I can take a vacation now." He grins teasingly at you. "We are a pack and we have tribes for a reason. No one person can do it all. Besides, you will be better at what you do after you know." Know just what, the Wendigo doesn't say. He just strokes your head once and looks at your front paw. "How's your hand?"

Three-Blades opens her jaws in a grin, eyes teasingly showing her good nature at taking his joke. That is true, she replies with a mock-begrudging rumble. She shifts closer to the Wendigo, her furry form brushing against him in a packmate manner. The paw is fine. I thank Gaia for giving us such swift healing. She turns her head to regard him. Maybe I am hesitant to go on such a quest, because I am afraid to see what I would find. Black furred ears hide themselves in her fur.

Leonard tugs on one ear fondly. "From what I have seen of you, you have nothing to afraid of. You are brave, you are kind, you have... strength. Here." He tugs at your ear again. "And you make me laugh, and that is not an easy thing to do. I am proud to call you packmate."

Three-Blades grunts softly and thumps her tail lightly on the rocks and grass behind her. Thank you for the kind words. I am proud to call such a patient Little Bear a packmate as well, taking some of the burdens off my shoulders. She licks him wetly under his chin. I am a no-moon. Laughing and helping others laugh is my duty. Her head tilts. But the human clowns are scary sometimes. Her musing look splits to another grin and that turns into a yawn. Soulcatcher... told me I had the qualities of beaver, otter and sparrow. What do you think? She snorts a laugh. And I am not a plant. The Gnawer's expression could almost be counted as ':b'.

Leonard grins, jerking his head back at the lick and wiping slobber off his chin as he thinks. "Beaver, huh. I can see otter and sparrow, but beaver? He must know something I don't." He grins. "Either that or you built him something. And as long as I know you you will be Speetlum, the small bitter white root that shoots up beautiful flowers and provides for us."

Three-Blades snorts another laugh, scooting up to her haunches again and half-pouncing the Wendigo. As long as I am a useful plant then. She grins and fuzzles her head against his chest briefly. Beaver, from dedication I guess.

Leonard smiles, scratching behind her ears. "Oh, and useful. Useful for getting mud all over me." He thinks on that, and nods. "That would work. I think you are more like otter or sparrow. Playful and always curious and getting into something you shouldn't. Like dead fish monsters." He grins and puts the wolf into a headlock and noogies her.

Three-Blades yips which is cut off as her head gets locked and fuzzled atop. Ack! She wiggles to get free, and pushes against Leonard with a muddy forepaw. Leggo leggo... She growls playfully and scrabbles.

Leonard acks in turn at the mud, and lets her go before they both wake up Rotem. "So I think a few more days and he should be ready to return."

Three-Blades snuffles at the release and shakes her fur. Then she peers at Leonard dubiously. You think only a few days will cause years of change? Her eyes cast shadows over at the cub still asleep, who has shifted with back to the fire.

Leonard shakes his head. "But it will be a start. Already he argues less. TOmorrow he will have to be totally silent the whole day. I think this will be good for him. He needs to learn how to listen to others instead of always thinking about what he will say." He glances up at the sky. "And now I should sleep, I think. I'll have a busy day tomorrow."

Three-Blades gruffs slightly. He doesn't think about what he wants to say. That's the reason why everyone is annoyed. She lays back down beside the Wendigo. And you should sleep while you can. I was hoping we could venture back underground to light more of the ~sewers~ before the moon became too slim. Her ears flicker.

Leonard turns his head to regard the wolf thoughtfully. "I would like that. Come and get me when you are ready to go." He glances over at the boy. "Though what to do with him... Maybe I could let him go and meet his rat spirit."

He would not be returning to the Scab, if you did, Three-Blades notes with a snuff. I have not spoken with Shadow Eyes about your teaching, however. Her head settles onto her forepaws. I wonder if he realizes, he is meeting the rat spirit not because it owes him, but because the rat spirit wishes to fulfill a debt.

Leonard nods. "No, the rat spirit is coming here, meeting him at the burial mounds. And I don't know... He said he wanted to see it to know he made a difference."

Three-Blades thinks that it is often a matter of whether or not there is a difference. We can pound the Wyrm all we like, but if it just grows back, then it was in vain. She looks over at Leonard. That is why I worry about the underground. The lights do not seem to be enough.

Leonard shrugs. "They are a start, though. And you have to start somewhere. I still think flooding is the better idea."

Three-Blades whines softly, her mind returning to those dark and damp wyrmy sewers and just causing the shudder of discomfort and frustration. Flooding, maybe. It would clear the muck at our feet. Would make it hard for them to hide from fire. It would dump into the river, though... eventually. She looks at Leonard. So, I still don't know what to do beyond the lights.

Leonard nods. "Flooding would put the problem out in the open. The humans would have to clean it up, and the monsters would be separated and confused. If you have many Garou waiting outsie the pipes that lead to the river, you could take them as they pass, as wel. And then you go in and you clean out those who are left."

Three-Blades would like to have an open space to fight them in as well. But what would you do about the Veil? She glances over at the Wendigo. It is not like here, where there are no humans. There would be too many eyes. Unless... unless we flooded in the Shadow. But that would not solve the Realm's problem. It would help though. The Gnawer turns thoughtful.

Leonard nods. "Flooding in the shadow would help make the realm easier. Not all the spirits are in this world, right?"

Three-Blades grunts in affirmative. Maybe we can break free some water spirits to help. Ears splayed to the side thoughtfully, she wonders. Could it work?

Leonard shrugs. "One way to find out."

Three-Blades licks the tip of her muzzle. I'll suggest it. Or, just bring something to cut the water lines with. She looks back to the cub, then gets up for a stretch. A whole day of not speaking? That will be something.

Leonard nods. "We'll see how he does. If he can make it the whole day, I'll let him go to see his rat."

Three-Blades turns her eyes back to the Wendigo and lolls her tongue. If he can make it, I'll catch a deer for him. She whuffles, humouredly. And I've never hunted deer before.

Leonard grins. "We'll have to fix that. Venison is good."

Three-Blades takes a moment to shake her fur vigorously, the dark coat rippling. Then she licks her chops. This talk of hunting makes a wolf hungry. She grins, open jawed. Deer tastes interesting. I ate of it once. But this time, I think, I will stick with rabbits.

Leonard nods. "Alright. We should go hunt as a pack, though. Some time. He'll be waking up soon." He nods towards Rotem.

Three-Blades gives a whuff of acknowledgement. We should. Then she looks humoured again. You will have to tell him not to speak the moment he wakes up, in that case.

Leonard grins. "I'll give him a chance to get a few words out. Take care and stop by if you're curious, later."

Three-Blades butts her head against the Wendigo and chuffs. I will stop by again soon. Good hunting, Little Bear. She bounces away a pace, then bounds off towards the deeper forest over the rocks.