Three-Blades has taken her time coming up this far, weaving around territories and various places all the way from the city. She tries to be quiet as she approaches, but stops at the edges of the bluff and howls out an introduction. Three-Blades, new moon of the Gnawers! Anyone there? Her dark furred ears prick forward, listening for an answer.

Joseph's answer comes in the form of an inviting lupus howl, but when the Gnawer gets to the top, the Wendigo is in homid. His visage is fierce, his gaze almost intrusive, penetrating, as he studies her. He doesn't say anything, but he makes a gesture, obviously an invitation for her to say something.

Three-Blades pads up onto the bluff, flicking her ears curiously as she thought she heard a wolf but sees a man. Her head bows slowly between her shoulders in submission, being a guest of the territory. This one searches for the Wendigo, and hopes to continue her lessons of the wild. The Scab is where this one comes from, but a part of this one's heart wishes to know much more.

Joseph relaxes a little, offering with another gesture to the fire he has started. Rabbits cook over the fire, as well, their roasted flesh filling the area with a nice aroma. ~Hungry?~ The Wendigo asks as he sits down. He's already starting to eat.

Three-Blades smelled the rabbit from far off, but didn't recognize it. Even now, her odd lupus vision plays a little as she tries to identify what it is. Sniffing at a cautious distance to prevent possible singeing of fur, she trots a little closer and sits down a little bit to the Wendigo's side. Smells good. What is it? Her tail curls about her forepaws, the tip twitching in an unconscious show of curiosity.

"Mastinca," Joseph says, using his own Lakota language for the answer. If it's lessons the Gnawer wants, there is the first. ~Rabbit,~ he adds, afterward. ~Go on. Welcome.~

Three-Blades considers the roasted rabbit, then warily first licks the cooler side of the meat. Better than hamburger, by far. Or at least to the lupus' tongue, it is. She opens her jaws and wraps her muzzle about the licked piece, slipping the stick and meat away from the fire and setting it down on the ground before her. Licking a few more times, she takes a bite and savors the warm juices. A low rumble of content emanates from her as she feels the rabbit warm her insides. The rest of it disappears fairly quickly, even the bones are crunched down. A few moments pause, and she dips her head in thanks for the meal. Rabbit. It is fired warmed, but still. Much like deer, more bones though.

Joseph manages a small smile, but continues in silence while eating his meal. When the Wendigo is mostly content, he rubs the grease on the legs of his jeans. ~You were one of the ones that said they would take me to the city If I taught you Wendigo ways?~

Three-Blades flicks an ear foward and chuffs in affirmative. This one agreed to show the Wendigo the territories and ways of the Scab, in return for knowledge of the wilds. Lolling her tongue in a humored thought, she adds, Nightflash of the Gaia Childs, found it strange. Gnawer learning from Wendigo.

Joseph shrugs his shoulder. ~Wolf born do not often see wisdom right in front of them. There is one way to learn quickly about the wild."

Three-Blades tilts her head curiously at the Wendigo, as if she did not know what way he spoke of. By living in the wild? It is the only way this one thinks of, except learning from twolegs who teach by... barks on flat trees. Her ears cant to either side as she tries to describe what she knows as books, but obviously doesn't know if there's a way to say that in lupus.

Joseph getstures with a hand. ~By living. All Wendigo cubs must spend the winter months in the wolf--all the time--and learn the ways of the wolf by surviving. You should come out here to stay. Hunt. Sleep. Live.~

Three-Blades flattens her ears slightly, somehow predicting that was the answer. This one knows of those ways. Blooms-From-Her-Pain, another twoleg born Gaia Child, lives the wolf on Nightflash territory. This one would live the winter months here... but is needed to teach the cubs of the Gnawers. Her eyes turn towards the skies, seeing all the stars that fill the inkiness of night. No city skyline could match its beauty. Maybe this one should bring the cubs to see the stars. Watch the sky. But this is Wendigo territory. Would not bring noisy Scab cubs to taint such pure land.

Joseph frowns. ~No,~ he admits. ~That would not be too wise. But you may bring them to the woods, if not Wendigo territory. Make some of your own somewhere. There is plenty of woods to protect.~

Three-Blades shifts a little on her paws, just feeling refreshed that there is no cub to worry about here. Just thinking about Rotem's mouth sends her fur rising slightly. With a quick shake though, she lets that thought go up into the skies to be released from her mind. Licking the tip of her nose, she rumbles, Gnawers may not be welcome in the woods. But maybe there are spots of the woods around the Scabs we can protect.

Joseph rumbles, thoughtsully. ~You could talk to Peacekeeper. I do not think he would dissapprove of such an idea.~

Three-Blades rolls that idea around in her head, ears turning side to side as the night sounds of the wild reach her ears. Peacekeeper. This one does not know of Peacekeeper, but will ask. Perhaps spending a few nights up in these forests is not that bad. It would give this one a chance to clear thoughts and freshen skills not found in twoleg form. Rising to her haunches, she dips her head low again to the Wendigo elder. This one thanks you for the lesson and rabbit. Jaws opening in a lupine grin, she butts her head softly against the Wendigo's leg before bounding off a few steps. She turns her head, whuffs a departing note, and trots towards the fringes of the treeline.

Joseph gives the Gnawer a friendly scratch through her fur before she leaves.