"The twoleg from the junkyard the other day?" Bernie asks quietly, taking a seat on the pew behind Kaz and Baney.

Kaz doesn't even take her eyes off of Banecruncher to acknowledge that Rotem has spoken, so intent is she on the lupus.

Banecruncher whimpers and stretches to accept the scritching. Good-smelling twoleg. Female. Make pretty twoleg sounds.

Kaz keeps scritching, softly. "Ellie, y'mean?" Ok, maybe she does know what's going on. A little.

Banecruncher moans softly at the scritching, finally starting to relax a little. Sounds like twoleg noises.

Kaz just nods, and keeps at it. Not hard, just comfortingly. She doesn't suggest shifting yet -- too soon.

Bernie pulls her legs up onto the pew, soles of her boots teetering on the edge of the seat as she wraps her arms loosely about her knees, and listens.

Yi pulls away the tarp a bit, before looking around inside. At the edge of her sweater sleeves peeks the white colored bandages about her arms. "Yo?"

Greenstreak yelps as he hears Yi's voice and scampers down to the basement. He almost trips over the broken down basement door. He then dissapears from view.

Greenstreak heads down the basement stairs. Greenstreak has left.

Banecruncher drags himself a little closer to the scritching, whimpering as his hindlegs get twisted a bit and bumped across the floor. Baddog. Let twoleg get hurt.

Kaz keeps scritching. "Yeah. She got hurt. You gonna give up? Let it happen again?"

Bernie turns and gives the older Ragabash a weak smile, lifting her hand in a wave. "Hey," she replies quietly, not wanting to disturb the others.

Kaz is, still, keeping 9/10ths of her attention on Banecruncher.

Yi steps through the tarp with a light swish, a cold but gentle breeze of night air following in her wake. Spying Banecruncher and the others, she nods to them and slips into a pew nearby Bernie. "Heard what you did to the police car, Bane. What happened?"

Kaz mutters, not taking her eyes off the lupus, "He ain't real up for actual communicatin' jus' now."

Banecruncher is baddog. Hurt twoleg. He whimpers and lets out a mournful howl - the kind you hear from a lupus that's just found its own cub, dead.

Kaz doesn't try and stop him. It's just a dog howling. Happens all the time, in the city. She lets him howl out his pain, and then tells him, patting his side gently, "Banecruncher. Tell me something."

Banecruncher cringes at the sound of that name (well, he's improving a little...at least he's hearing it now).

Kaz asks, gently, "Why're you Frisket again?"

Banecruncher is always Frisket. Is what twoleg cub calls me. Why twoleg cub not come play? He know Frisket baddog?

Kaz says "Honest? He's scared you got hurt. He's worried for you. 'Cause he /cares/. He loves you, you know."

Yi quickly moves next to the ahroun and tries to scritch away his troubles... or at least get him not to howl. "You have to quiet nowadays, Bane... the people out there are paranoid about anything louder than a growl." She pets the lamenting lupus with a quiet demeanor as she looks to Kaz and Bernie. As she gazes around the rest of the church, she notices a couple broken pieces of wood on the ground, and narrows her eyes briefly.

Banecruncher wants cub. He always come play. Only cub not afraid of Frisket. He know if good-smelling twoleg be mad at Frisket.

Bernie runs a hand through her curls, listening quietly, and looking rather lost, tobe honest.

Kaz says, softly, "Frisket. You gotta shift."

Yi glances over to Bernie, and gives her a gaze that seems to just say 'stay with them a moment'. The cliath no-moon rises to her feet and proceeds downstairs after giving Banecruncher a small pat on the head.

You go down to the basement.

Forgotten Church Basement(#1279RJLM)
This basement is only partly below ground level, and there are windows evenly spaced on the walls, right below the ceiling level. The main part of it is a large open area with a small kitchen in one corner and a large, ratty carpet in the center, covering the cement floor. There is a rather large window in the kitchen; it looks as though it might actually open onto the street. On the wall opposite the kitchen is a large bin, and there are folding tables along the wall perpendicular to it. On the other wall there are a few folding chairs, many fewer than one would expect from the number of tables.
A hallway next to the kitchen leads off to two offices and what once might have been a classroom.
Contents:
Greenstreak
Obvious exits:
Sanctuary

Greenstreak is curled up in the corner of the room, whimpering.

Yi turns down from the sanctuary, stopping a moment to examine the doorway with somewhat cracked hinges and such. A soft sigh escapes her, and she proceeds down the stairs to gaze around in the dim area of the main basement. "Come on out, Rotem."

Greenstreak whimpers, trotting out towards Yi, his head lowered, his tail hanging between his legs. He doesn't attempt to speek, only stand there.

Her arm reaches behind her, to rub her neck with another soft sigh emitting from her lips. Yi gazes down at the recalcitrant cub. "Sorry you couldn't go to the moot."

Greenstreak whimpers, nodding softly. Door, BaneCruncher. Feed. I'm Sorry. He whimpers and lowers his head.

"Now you're not making any sense. Speak in right sentences, Rotem." Yi surprisingly is soft in tone, not irritated, or just not showing it. "I'm not going to ask about the door. It happens, and I'll fix it along with the church doors sometime." Her hand reaches into her other sleeve seemingly to scratch or just keep her fingers warm. She stoops down to Rotem's eye level and gazes at the apologetic cub. "Look at me."

Greenstreak whimpers, lifting his gaze to look up to Yi softly.

Yi for once gives the cub a rough scritch around his ears. "I don't scold you, because you already know what you did. That's good enough, if you can learn from your own mistakes. It is how we all learn some things." This close to the newmoon, it's possible to smell just faintly to the lupus nose, a tinge of sourness that just doesn't seem natural. Results of dealing with Wyrm bugs from yesterday's Revel. Not to mention, the smell of healing wounds around the stretchable bandages on her arms. "Let's go find out why Banecruncher's getting bluer than the evening sky, na?"

Greenstreak nods softly. BaneCruncher. He upstairs. Moaning. Had to break door. So could feed him. Give water. BaneCrucher hurting and no shift.

Yi nods slowly, the asks the cub a bit further. "Do you know why he isn't shifting? Did he say anything?"

Greenstreak shakes his head. Tried talked to him, many hours. No help. He not remember what Garou. Not /understand/ what shift is.

Yi furrows her brow a bit. "Ok... well, let's go upstairs and have a look."

Greenstreak nods, hobbling up the stairs in lupus, then scampering up behind Yi.

Greenstreak vanishes up the stairwell to the sanctuary. Greenstreak has left.

You climb up the stairs to the ground floor of the church.

Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Arizona
Greenstreak
Bernie
Ears(#2939POQVc)
Banecruncher
Mural
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Yi comes back up from the basement, the ahroun cub tagging along behind her. Her eyes immediately go to the lupus ahroun and then to the others. "Any luck?"

Banecruncher sniffs hesitantly at the strangedog. Friend? You friend?

Ears, despite her slightly desperate fear/confusion scent, insists that, yes, she is a friend. And she wants to help.

Greenstreak remains behind Yi. After finding BaneCruncher the way he did, he is playing it safe.

Bernie glances over to the others as they return from the basement, still sitting where they left her. She lifts a hand slightly, a sort of 'don't interrupt them' gesture, and nods a little, silently.

Yi nods, and motions Rotem towards the pews a bit further away from counselor Ears and her patient. She in turn slips into the pew a few in front of Bernie, watching.

Greenstreak hops up onto the pew. He lays down near Yi, eyes watching BaneCruncher.

Banecruncher misses good-smelling twoleg. Not deserve be with her. Baddog. He sniffs at Ears. Not mad cuz hurt twoleg? Let twoleg be hurt? He seems confused as to which it is.

Ears asserts, as if this is the only thing she /does/ know, You're not a bad dog. We all make mistakes. After nosing him while he sniffs her, she admits, I'm scared because I'm your friend, but you don't know who I am.

Banecruncher whimpers. You friend? Why I not know? Why I inside twoleg den? Why I not in yard? Where twoleg cub?

Greenstreak hops off the bench at the mention of the 'twoleg cub' and descides to vacate the premisis. He dissapears down the stairs oncemore, only a soft click of wood heard as he goes to bed in the back room of the basement.

Ears, who's been very restrained so far, skitters backwards a few feet, as if she can't help herself. You're like me. You can be twoleg sometimes. You're in this den because it's somewhere you feel safe. Finally, she barks, loudly, Come /back/, Banecruncher!

Yi lets a small sigh escape her, hoping Banecruncher will snap to his senses. "Damnit, Banecruncher... depressing ahrouns are worse than depressed no-moons. Jay would smack you upside the head if he were here," she mutters quietly, though it's probably quite audible from a lupus' sense.

Banecruncher yowlps and tries to scrabble backward at the bark. Who Banecruncher? Why you say that and say that and say that?

Bernie doesn't appear to be a depressed no-moon, but she's definitely an uncomfortable one. Her arms tighten a bit around her legs again, and she looks over to Yi.

Ears stops where she is, but she's obviously just barely staying in one place. Because it's your -name-. It's -you-. Come /back/.

Banecruncher whimpers and shivers like a dog that knows it's going to be whipped. Not Banecruncher. Frisket. Not. There's something almost desperate in that denial...

Ears doesn't snarl; the sound she makes is almost a cross between a snarl and a whimper. But it's clear she means what she says. You're Banecruncher, and you can't run away. You /can't/.

Yi slips her breath in slowly, getting up and walking to the ahroun's side. Her eye checks the doorflap before she shifts, slowly, down to take on the near-wolf form, the bandages about her arms stretching over the forelimbs and wrapping tightly against the fur. ~Frisket. Do you understand me?~ she asks, growling through the mother tongue.

Banecruncher is Frisket. Not Banecruncher. Not bad Banecruncher. Not hurt goodsmelling twoleg. Frisket baddog. Frisket let Banecruncher hurt goodsmelling twoleg. He whimpers brokenly and tries to hide his head under his paws.

Ears does, in fact, growl now. The fear is almost gone, replaced by indignation. You're /both/. You're /you/. And ok, you hurt her, but what, are you just gonna /hide/ the rest of your life? (Ah, the life of the colloquial lupus.) You're gonna /run away/ from your mistakes? Not /fix/ them?

Three-Blades's eyes take her gaze to the galliard, ears flick to tell the moondancer to give her a chance. ~He's welled up in something. Gotta get it out before we can get him back.~ Her gaze turns back down, deep towards the whimpering ahroun before her, lips lifting in a sort of half-snarl of annoyance show. Her large, darkfurred paw comes up and sets itself in front of the ahroun, head dipping down to the lupus' level. ~Frisket, why are you here?~ The question is rumbled, almost like an interrogator's tone. Firm, demanding an answer.

Banecruncher yowlps at the growl and looks from Ears to Three-Blades and back again. Then back to the interrogation. Frisket not let Banecruncher be bad. Frisket not let him be strangedog. He not hurt anyone if he not be strangedog.

~Hurt who?~ Three-Blades continues. ~Answer me, Frisket.~ The hispo's eyes stare dead on towards the ahroun's.

This is indignant Kaz on steroids. She bristles slightly. You won't hurt anyone, but you won't help anyone, either. You'll be /dead/ and you don't /know/ it. Remember Gaia? Remember why we're /here/?

Banecruncher whimpers and looks from one to the other. How Frisket supposed to answer both? Frisket just one dog. Frisket let Banecruncher hurt smellsgood twoleg. Not let him hurt her again. Not understand other stuff.

Ears continues bristling, but manages, for once, to hold her tongue.

Three-Blades's ears flatten down, tail lashing behind her. ~He is gone, for now,~ she seems to relent a bit, growling this out. This time, she licks the tip of her muzzle a bit. Frisket, she tries in the lupus language. Frisket are you like this one? This one is a big dog. Are you big? Her tactics seem to change a little.

Banecruncher is a big dog. Protects junk yard. Protects twolegs. Not let bad twolegs in yard. Not let bad twolegs hurt my twolegs.

You are small, in this one's eyes, Three-Blades rumbles as she takes her head higher than the ahroun's head. You protect junk yard, but you whine. You say you let a big dog hurt smellgood twolegs. Show this one you are big then, if you say you are.

Banecruncher growls uncertainly. You not dog. Not know what you are. Smell like twolegs. Look like dog. Not right.

Bernie continues to watch silently; at the moment, something rather like fascination is beating out the discomfort, and she leans forward against her legs to see things proceed.

Ears sneezes, and then gives up the field entirely to Yi, padding over to Bernie and lying down near her.

Three-Blades snorts, hard eyes examining a wounded, pathetic looking bull terrier. But this one looks like dog. Speak like dog. You say this one is not dog, but you see dog. And this one is /still/ bigger than you. Bigger dog. Her rumble is testing. You hurt too. You are a small dog. She takes her paw off the pew, and stands straight as a hispo can, head rising well above the pew as well as Banecruncher. Even when this one stands, you sit on wood, and this one is bigger. This one is the bigger dog. You are small.

Bernie unwraps one arm to reach over and scritch Ears gently behind, well, the ears, one at a time.

Banecruncher growls and stands up. For about a fraction of a second, then yowls in pain and falls down as his hindlegs crumple.

Three-Blades flicks her ears to the ahroun, then turn them side-by-side. You cannot stand? That is because you are not a big dog, like this one. If you can be like this one, be big dog, then you can stand. Her jaws go down to the bandages around her forelimbs, and tear off each wrapping, revealing quite a few angry red wounds that just seem to have been recently gotten. Her amber gaze turns back to the lupus. You see. This one, fights hard. This one is a big dog, and big dogs fight to protect territory. You, you not a big dog. You lay here and whine. You cannot stand and show this one you are bigdog. Her lips lift in a testing show of teeth. Show this one you are a big dog.

Ears leans into Bernie slightly, and watches Yi with a half surprised, half awed expression.

Joey slips inside, past whatever it is today blocking the chill wind from the church itself in place of doors. To the Lupus noses, the faint smell of cigarette smoke preceeds him, as always. He pauses, just past the entrance, to take in the scene.

Bernie winces slightly as Banecruncher's broken legs fail him, but stays silent, watching Yi avidly and continuing to scritch the Kaz, absently.

Banecruncher yowls in frustration and pain and tries to stand again. You not dog. Frisket not know what you are. You not dog. You strangedog. Like other strangedog. His legs crumple faster than before.

This one is not dog? Three-Blades sneers, literally. Strangedog walk on two legs. This one walks on four. This one is a dog. No... she checks herself. This one is not dog. This one, is wolf. And quite so, as her clearly more pointed muzzle, triangular ears, and long tail point out. And wolf, is bigger than dog. From this one's eyes, it is so. Is this one wrong?

Joey goes around the far edge of the pews, seeing that getting in the middle of this little conflict with the confusing speeches is a bad thing. He sidles down the pew, towards the folks in Homid.

Banecruncher lets out a frustrated growl. Frisket knows what he saw. Frisket knows what he smells. You not dog. You strangething. You like one who says she friend. He drags himself toward Three-Blades, snarling with intent to bite one of those strangething legs, dragging his broken legs behind him.

Bernie pulls her attention from the others long enough to wave a hand slightly and wordlessly to Joey before looking back to the drama at hand.

Three-Blades snorts and sidesteps one pace, away from the pew and turns to face the ahroun. The length of her stride carries her just centimeters from the ahroun's jawsnapping range. If he wants to bite her, he'll have to get up and go after. Or, shift so his range is bigger. Her tongue lolls, smiling. Whether it is a derisive smile, or just a glad one that Banecruncher is moving somehow, is anyone's guess. This one is strange, because this one is bigger and better. This one is wolf. And wolf, is bigger than a small, hurt, dog.

Ears's tongue lolls slightly. Go no moon go, she mutters.

Banecruncher growls and stretches toward the irritating strangething. He's leaving a trail of blood behind him on the floor where bits of bone are sticking out of his hindlegs. Stupid strangething. Frisket fix!

Alicia pages to Bernie and Three-Blades: Because no one in my tribe is a cliath who will willingly go to the city, thats what he said

Joey scoots in next to Bernie, giving Max and Kaz a thumbs up as well. "Ok," he says, sotto-vocce to Bernie. "What in hell is going on?"

Ears tilts her head at Joey's voice, and explains, Banecruncher thinks he's back before he Changed. He's nice and fucked in the head, he is.

Three-Blades snorts again, half-rearing on her paws and then stomping down again. This action doesn't even bring a wince to her face. ~Ears, Reads, Smokes... watch the door,~ she growls under her breath as 'Frisket' comes towards her. Fix this one's answers, show this one you can be bigger than me. Her back paw takes one step back. Still out of jawsnap range.

Ears leans into Bernie again, and then heaves herself to her feet, padding backwards a bit so that she is, in fact, in front of the former wooden doors. "Shee-it," Joey mutters. He hops over the back of the pew, ruffling Bernie's hair beforehand, as he shifts downward, joining Kaz by the doors.

Joey contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Joey shifts into Lupus form.

Bernie nods slightly to Joey, muttering, "...yeah, what she said, I think..." She lets her feet down to the ground, releasing her knees, and stands, following Ears toward the doors.

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades renames herself to Deathwish.

From afar, to Bernie and Three-Blades, Alicia told Adam, does'nt think he realy cares. Banecruncher drags himself toward the tormenting strangething. His snarling is growing much more vehement. Frisket kill! He pulls himself toward Three-Blads, and somehow is in mid-leap toward her - and definitely larger.

NOT FRISKET! barks Three-Blades in loud triumph with a quick hop off and to the side as Banecruncher shifts to get at her, barely escaping jaws and claws. She seems to be backing towards the basement or its vicinity, drawing the ahroun further into the church bowels. Frisket is not a strangedog! You strangedog now!

Long distance to Banecruncher: Three-Blades licks. Just proved you wrong, Frisket. Hehehe.

Banecruncher pages: Damned no-moons.

From afar, Banecruncher grins.

You paged Banecruncher with 'Mwahahahahaha *coughhackchokes as Baney's arms wrap around her throat*'.

Banecruncher growls and charges after the taunting strangedog.

Smokes-the-Weed turns his muzzle back to Ears. You are right. This is fucked up.

Ears says, dryly, You noticed.

Bernie nods, still watching, and runs a hand nervously through her curls again.

Three-Blades would almost be dancing and barking joyfully, were it not that Banecruncher is trying to rip her throat out. Every time the ahroun makes a lunge, she jumps back and away. Her path seems already plotted out, taking the ahroun up towards the altar over the steps.

Banecruncher stays on the no-moon's trail, snarling with intent to do serious injury. Of course, chasing someone while healing is not a recommended procedure - by the time he gets as far as the altar, he's wobbling unsteadily, but still snarling and promising to use her guts to clean his teeth - or something like that.

Three-Blades jumps up onto the altar, landing lightly despite the weight of hispo. Her tail swishes down, wiping off the altar top and its dust in a quick motion. This makes the surface just barely shine in the fullmoon light streaming through the grimy windows. Look! You are big, strangedog now! Her bottom half hops off the altar, and waiting for Banecruncher to leap up onto the wide counter.

Long distance to Banecruncher: Three-Blades throws some Persuasion your way. ;)

Banecruncher pages: Evil no-moon. :)

You paged Banecruncher with 'I am, yes.'.

Smokes-the-Weed asks the others by him, not interrupting Yi or Cruncher as they...talk out their differences. Any idea who or what did this to him?

Banecruncher snarls and manages to get his front end on the altar. Frisket....

Ears isn't sure of all of the details, but a weaver vehicle of the authorities hit him, and he let one of his twolegs get hurt, and he's just a mess.

Three-Blades is now completely muzzle to muzzle with Banecruncher. Look down, you silly strangedog. Look, Frisket! Are you really just a dog? Are you really? Smell, Frisket! Smell the strangedog scent you have! Her barks echo in the church's interiors as she slides up her paws towards her chest, wiping off even the grimy layer her tail missed to reveal the fading polish to the altar.

Bernie shakes her head, murmuring, "..all I know's what she said, an' halfa that 'cause she jus' said it..."

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades is laughin' her head off. While Yi is trying to dodge a half-frenzied ahroun, the others in the background chat it up.

Smokes-the-Weed pages to the room: Ahs. Our pack name. Peanut Gallery.

From afar, to the room, Bernie lol!

Banecruncher stares at the light of the moon and lets out a rage-filled growl. His hindlegs, now that he's not trying to leap all over the church, begin healing. He swipes at the taunting Three-Blades with a forepaw and all the strength he has behind it.

Three-Blades dodges low, the forepaw clipping the furtips of her ears. Banecruncher is going to /have/ to look down if he's going to see her...

Banecruncher finds himself spinning and falling off the altar as the no-moon avoids his blow. When he hits, it's hard enough to rattle the pews, all the way to the back of the church.

Bernie winces again at the impact. "Ooh..." she murmurs the requisite line, apparently to herself, "...that hadda hurt."

Three-Blades meanwhile, shifts down to a much more nimble, as well as smaller form. Now she's really the smaller dog. Crouching on her paws, she backs up waiting for the ahroun to act.

You have shifted to Lupus form.

Ears grunts. Maybe it'll knock some sense into him. Cynical? Kaz?

Banecruncher lays there for a moment, growling and shaking his head while he gets his breath back, then stands up on four good legs and casts about for that annoying no-moon. Where are you, Three-Blades? I'm gonna use your head for a basketball.

Ears's ears perk up. /Awright/!

Smokes-the-Weed's tail wags. That did work.

Three-Blades? You call this one's name! You know this one, don't you? She barks this from her crouched position behind the altar. Find me, Gaia warrior. Her form, though no one sees, starts blurring in the grimy scattered moonlight.

You paged the room with 'Now do lupus know how to say basketball? ;)'.

From afar, to the room, Banecruncher baps Yi. Work with me on this.

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades laughs. Ok ok, big dog. ;)

Bernie grins at the use of Yi's name, bouncing lightly on her toes, though -- unable to see her behind the altar -- she's still trying to figure out how the older raggie's going to get out of this...

Banecruncher grrrrs and leaps for the top of the altar. Of course I know you. You still stink of fish, too. He sniffs for the no-moon's trail.

Three-Blades whuffles softly. Of course, warrior of Gaia. One-Rage never minded the stench... or do you not remember him? He laughs at you from Gaia's arms, you silly fullmoon. Her body is crouched nearly beneath Bane's paws, tense and ready to dart.

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades coughcough aherm. "Marco!" *RAAAAAARR!!!*

From afar, to the room, Ears calls, "Polo!"

Smokes-the-Weed visibly winces, as Three-Blades really tries to piss Baney off. he turns to the cub. You might want to shift forms. This could get evil in a minute.

Banecruncher snarls angrily and leaps for the scent of Three-Blades. Nothing coherent. Just rage.

Bernie nods, and sets her bag down before melting through most of her forms. Smokes-the-Weed gives off a doggy sigh. I hate being right. All the time, day after day...

Ears snuffles at Bernie's bag curiously.

Three-Blades does indeed dart from her spot in a blur quite nimble and swift in her lupine form. Her small body also adds to her advantage. If Bane's gonna catch her, he has to be accurate. And Rage somehow clouds the eyes with that fine red haze. Are you going to kill the one you in the past wished to pack with? You would kill the tribe sister of One-Rage-in-Shadows? Her barks come out as she spins to the front of the altar just as Banecruncher leaps to the back.

Reads-In-Dark snorts lightly at Smokes, with something resembling a smile. Annoying, isn't it? Her bag smells of paper, snack foods, and a touch of photo chemicals at present, not to mention the lingering cigarette smoke steeped into it. She continues to watch, gaze darting after the participants.

Ears asks, Can I have a Ding Dong?

Smokes-the-Weed is watching, but chuffs a reply to Reads as he does. It is. It drives Legbreaker crazy. He sniffs at the bag himself. How is Speaks-In-Circles doing, anyway?

You paged the room with 'Dang peanut gallery.'.

Ears pages to the room: Dat's us!

From afar, to the room, Banecruncher feels like we're on stage in front of a bunch of high school students.

You paged the room with 'No kidding. No appreciation for the arts. *thespian snort*'.

Banecruncher spins as he hits the floor and sniffs after the no-moon. Pack? You got to live long enough to be in pack. He sinks to the floor and creeps as stealthily as something that size can, in the direction of Three-Blades' scent.

Three-Blades smirks in her blurry furry form. And I have, fullmoon. I pack with Avalon, and we fight for Gaia. Or have you forgotten the meaning to being Garou? Have you forgotten that you /are/ Garou? Her paws take her back to the side of the wide altar opposite where Banecruncher sniffs.

Reads-In-Dark nods slightly to Ears, incongruous as the gesture is in lupus, and tears her attention from the chase long enough to nose her backpack into position and gingerly bite the zipper of the mid-sized pocket, pulling it open enough to stick her nose in and withdraw a Ding Dong. She carries the prize very carefully in her teeth, setting it down before Ears, and then addresses Smokes, not bothering to reclose the bag for now. He was hurt at the revel, but Sepdet fixed. Better now... She looks back to the show, adding that the same is true for Yi.

Ears manages to rip open the bag without needing hands, and then noses one of the Dongs out. She pauses to watch Yi, for a moment, before she eats the snack.

Smokes-the-Weed whuffs to the cub, his expression of a nod, and turns back to the chase.

Banecruncher thumps on his ass with a miserable whine. Betrayed. How can I fight for Gaia? I can't even be trusted to protect my twoleg? Should have stuck to killing banes and not tried to protect twoleg. Then she wouldn't have been hurt.

Banecruncher whimpers miserably. Then I wouldn't have hurt her.

Three-Blades flickers her ears, the whine reaching her sharp sense of hearing. She straightens from her crouch, and nimbly hops up to the altar and finds the ahroun there. Everyone is hurt sometime, Crunchdog. We fight for Gaia, by protecting the ones we are loyal to. Killing banes is just one way of fighting. Another, is by stopping your whining, and getting back to what you do right. And that, is being Gaia's warrior, unshakable, and unbreakable. Her form slowly blurs back to reality, the small dark lupus gazing down towards the fullmoon.

It was a mistake. The Rage of our kind brings such. Only last night, the Garou were hurt more because they frenzied on each other in the fight. It is control you must seek. That's what I tell Trouble. Control.

You paged the room with 'And of course, that last pose was by me...'.

Ears adds, in a whurf, And the only way to make up for fucking up, is to do it right the /next/ time.

Right! the cub agrees, in a short, quiet bark.

Banecruncher must find Defiant-Shadow. I must pay for what I did.

Ears offers, I got the Rite that finds people, if you want.

Three-Blades licks her muzzletip, gazing down at Banecruncher. Then we will help you find her, Crunchdog. Ears has the rite. This one does too. Is she the one this one saw before, with your twolegs?

Banecruncher knows where she lives. She is the one. The one with the loud two-wheel.

Three-Blades hops down in front of Banecruncher, tail swishing lightly. Your goal is to admit, and move on. Accept the punishment, but you must continue. Defiant's Shadow may not let you go easy, but if you surrender honorably she should. It is the way. Do you /want/ to move on?

Reads-In-Dark sits down beside her bag, tail wagging slightly, glad to see things appearing ot get resolved.

Banecruncher does not deserve easy. Would have killed who did it if I had found them.

This one is no half-moon, Three-Blades replies with a low rumble. You full moons kill first, ask questions later. We no-moons ask questions while we kill. Her ears flick. Control, Crunchdog. You did not control yourself before. Now, you must learn.

Banecruncher needs to hunt. Needs to find banes to kill.

Ears finds the Dong again, munches it, and then picks the bag up, moving slightly so as to let Banecruncher past.

Three-Blades thumps her tail against the altar. If you want to kill banes, then seek your alpha, and ask for the nearest nest. If you want to come with this one down into the blight underground, then join up. This one searches for others as well.

Ears whurfs. Yo.

Banecruncher rumbles. About time. I have waited for Defiant-Storm to say when our next hunt is and have heard nothing.

Reads-In-Dark sits quiet again, watching the others.

Ears finishes the other Ding Dong, as well.

Three-Blades leaps up and over the altar, and looks back at Banecruncher. Defiant-Storm leads Fenris' Teeth, a pack of Get. She would be one to call upon to the hunt. This one announced it at moot, while you were licking your paws here. She opens her jaws in a grin. It is good to see our brother back.

Ears puts in, ~A fuckin' men.~

Banecruncher throws a tired growl at Three-Blades. Gonna get your tail bit off one of these days.

But she did it! Reads-In-Darkness defends her fellow ragabash, rather proudly. Then, judging herself not particularly needed here, she nudges Ears lightly with her muzzle. Go talk?

Ears blinks faintly. Sure. Where you want to go?

Three-Blades trots up to Ears and Reads, snuffling them both and then whurfing back to Banecruncher. It is ok. The tail will grow back, as long as this one remembers to shift herself. She laughs, a low whuffle. Her black ears flicker jauntily atop her skull. Speaking of shift, this one still has to heal. Her gaze turns down to her forelimbs as she grows back up to hispo. Licking the cub and the galliard, she bounds back over towards the ahroun and heads to the basement. Good nightfall, you three.

You have shifted to Hispo form.

Banecruncher throws a swat at Three-Blades and rumbles warm appreciation.

Hmmm. Always the hard questions. The cub considers a few moments, cocking her head. Sleep well, Three-Blades. ...no particular place. Park? Anywhere all right.

Three-Blades lets herself be swatted with a tight yip and lick across the ahroun's topside muzzle before loping downstairs.

Ears brushes against Yi as she leaves. Sleep well. And good job. She studies Bernie. OK. Park. Shifting upwards, she tells Banecruncher, "Yo, hey, see you later, yeah?" and is gone out the 'door'.

Ears opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets. Ears has left.

~And remember, Control!~ comes the last few barks of Three-Blades floating up to remind the ahroun before she takes up her spot in the corner of the basement below.

Reads-In-Dark shifts up herself, rezipping her backpack and pulling it onto her shoulder as she regains her birthform, and smiles at Banecruncher as she, too, heads through the hanging tarps.

Banecruncher gotcher control here. He wags slowly and heads out the doors.