Rotem is currently in hispo form, pacing back and forth across the room. Tail wagging back and forth behind him, ears perked up. He occasionally stops for a moment, as if he hears something odd, but then starts pacing oncemore.

Yi opens up the basement door from the stairs, pausing at the top as she sees the large hispo-form before her. "Ok, I'm guessing that is you," she says softly, closing up the door with a click.

Rotem cants his head to the side as he sees Yi, he stops pacing for a moment, tail wagging happily. He scampers up towards her, hopping upwards, leaning against her with his forepaws as he licks her face.

Yi acks and successfully moves out of the stairway before getting knocked down by a twin striped direwolf. "Ugh, ok ok, you are happy to see me I suppose." She pushes against the big dog, hoping to get across the fact that she needs to breathe too.

Rotem bounces off her, tail wagging still. He scurries back across the room, pacing oncemore, back and forth, back and forth. Over and over again across the room.

Yi rises back to her feet, dusting her backside off. "Ok, you had your fun. Do you remember the Litany now? All of it?" She arches her eyebrow, a little too much like a teacher awaiting a student's answer.

Rotem shifts back to homid form slowly, arching his back slightly and then sighing. "I like that!" he exclaims, soon afterwards he speaks up. "I wanna g-go running, there's no room in h-here! I wana run."

Yi turns away slightly, as Rotem is quite naked at the moment though the cub doesn't realize it. "Ok well, first we have to do a few things. One, is get you a set of clothes that will stay on you as you shift. The second, is make sure you absolutely know the rules and a few things about being Garou. Then we can go running. But before that, please put something on." Her arms cross over her head, the bandages now gone but there are still slightly red scratches on her skin.

Rotem chuckles, moving back to get his clothing from the corner of the room, he grins slightly as he dresses. "What's wrong? Don't see anything you like?" he chuckles. As he dresses he recites from memory. "Garou shall not mate with Garou. In other words, no fucking in the household."

Yi snorts slightly, but keeps her composure. "Mmhm, go on," she watches the door of the basement, keeping an eye on it while the cub behind her dresses.

Rotem continues dressing, as he pulls on his shirt he thinks, "Respect the t-territory of another. Yeah, thats it. Beware of D-dog, no tres-s-spassing."

Yi doesn't mind going out of order, as she finally deems Rotem had enough time to dress and turns around. "Right. Next?"

Rotem thinks of what Yi, Bernie, and half a dosen others have told him the past few days. "Kill the bad stuff. How did she say it... Fight the Wyrm, where it dwells and wherever it breeds, is that it?"

Yi nods in confirmation, heading over to the kitchen to grab a quick snack of a Slim Jim. "Yes," she says, offering a stick to Rotem. "That would be the job you need to know the most, if you are a fullmoon. It is the warrior's way. Next?"

Rotem grins, "So when do I get to start ripping s-stuff up? I was tempted to try out 'me claws be-be-before. God c-crinos is fun!" he grins, making a clawing motion with his hand. "Oh, um.. litany, yeah. Accept an h-honorable surrender. No hitting below the b-b-belt. Kind of like a boxing m-match."

Yi shakes her head slightly, chewing on the piece of drief beef as if the act would calm her. "That has yet to come. You'll have to pass a test before we can let you run around ripping into things. And you /should/ know we have a rule against doing that in public. What's that rule?"

Rotem takes the second strip of dried beef from Yi, ripping off the packeding."The cloak s-shall not be lifted, no w-wait, veil, t-thats it." he takes a bite out of the beef, chewing it down in his mouth.

"And what is the Veil?" Yi asks as if it were a trivia game. This teaching thing is kind of tough, so far as she knows.

Rotem says "Peeps, not no-knowing about us, so they d-dont freak like that guy d-did. Shouldn't have had a gun. I belive th-that everyone should have guns, b-b-but only I should have a-ammo. That sounds like a nice way to w-work things." he chuckles and takes another bite of the beef."

Yi chews another bite, leaning against the basement wall. "Well then I'll just tell you quick that many of us don't look highly on using guns. But I'll tell you why later. Alright, well... I'm pretty sure you know the Litany now. So, from this point on, I will expect you not to break any of the rules. You know the consequences. Understand?"

Rotem nods, then arches an eyebrow. "Ka'peech. Why no guns?" he makes a hand motion, thumb and forefinger out, like a handgun.

Yi eyes Rotem's imitation firearm, and shrugs with a quiet sigh. "To understand that, I have to tell you a little bit about our culture as Garou. "We have three... powers, I suppose. Gods, or something of the sort. They are the Wyld, the Weaver, and the Wyrm. Gaia is our mother, our creator. She is the one who also created the Wyld, the Weaver and the Wyrm. The three of them were meant to balance each other out, with the Wyld as keeper of the lands, the Weaver as keeper of new ideas, and the Wyrm as keeper of chaos and destruction. All three were equal, until one day the Wyrm was caught in the Weaver's web and went crazy. From then on, it turned and started to destroy everything in its path. That is why we have to kill it. To save ourselves, to survive. The Weaver is what you see around you. Its work is the city, giving humans their technology. Many of the Garou feel the Weaver is just as bad as the Wyrm, and so despise her for bringing such power into the humans hands. Because of the Weaver, humans have the power to destroy the Wyld, the forests, oceans, Gaia. So, we are in a way, 2 against 1.

Rotem says "So? Fools t-they are! buy *bigger* g-guns." chuckles, "Fight fire with fire. Know w-what I mean?""

Yi shakes her head slowly. "You don't understand yet, do you. We can't just jump out into the open and fight in crinos, using guns blazing left and right. We Garou are few, compared to the numbers of humans that live on this earth. Every human can become a minion of the Wyrm. Even the Garou can be tainted. There is a whole tribe that already are, and we fight them as much as we can. But just look. You remember you were shot in the leg, right? But look at your leg now, it is healed. Why?" She pauses, for rhetorical effect. "Because we heal fast. And the Wyrm, it heals even faster. A Bazooka won't work against a Nexus Crawler, unless you have a silver rocket in the chamber. That's right. I said silver. Silver, is one of the things that can cause us harm, and lots of pain. A silver bullet to your heart, and you are dead. And the Wyrm is not above shooting you from a rooftop somewhere."

Rotem chuckles. "So, we make s-silver rockets. Silver b-bombs. You name it, no pussy f-footing around, you wanna k-kill the wyrm or poke at i-it?" he rolls his eyes, finding these rectionary tactics quite tame for his tastes. "If y-your gonna fight, fight, if your gonna run, run. N-no middle ground."

Yi sighs softly, taking up leaning a little more against the basement wall. There's just no getting through to ahrouns. "Ok. You get the silver, and we'll get the rockets. You don't realize, that the threat is not just big monsters who want to tear you apart." The new moon rubs her neck, glancing at the ceiling. "Humans, are sometimes the bigger threat. But we have to have a middle ground sometimes. We need humans to survive, to pass on our blood. But at the same time, they are so many that they are killing Gaia with their pollution, their whole existance as parasites on this land. Some Garou, the Get of Fenris, the Red Talons, they wouldn't mind seeing every human killed on this earth, /including/ us, the human borns. But of course there are more of us homid born than lupus, and so they are fighting uphill. Speaking of the tribes... there are thirteen, though we are all of Gaia. Your tribe and mine, we are the Bone Gnawers. We keep the streets of the city, we are the survivors of the poorest conditions and live in worst places. But, in the end we are the ones who can survive and make sure that even the worst of the city does not fall to the Wyrm, while keeping the Weaver's touch in check. Then there are the Black Furies, an almost all female tribe of Garou."

Rotem chuckles, "No h-help, all female. I m-mean, thats nice, but u-unattainable ass. No f-fucking in the house, remember?". He grins, "So can I go out now? I wanna go run. Can we go run? please?"

Yi considers this, a few minutes or so passing as she debates. "Well," she says slowly... "You aren't allowed out until we can be sure you will not be a danger to yourself and others. You /must/ remember the Veil at all times when you are out of the safe zones, and even in the safe zones you have to be cautious. You want to run? I have to make sure you aren't going to break any legs first."

Rotem perks up for a moment, "That re-reminds me, how do you communicate in o-other forms? I can only g-grunt and howl and stuff. C-can't talk."

Yi smirks. "I mean both. As Garou we have no tolerance for Veil breaks. We never know who or what might be watching." She arches an eyebrow at Rotem's next question. "Well, all your grunting, your howling, it means things when you do it. Dogs and other animals don't necessarily communicate everything by means of saying something. Body language counts. Watch eyes, ears, tail, posture, even how the fur lies against the body. You know that when your tail wags, you are happy. When your teeth show in a snarl, you are mad. So, that is how we talk in other forms. There is also a language that all Garou understand. It is the mother tongue. But that can come in a different lesson."

"Want to try it out?" Yi adds, a little mischievious smile flitting over her features.

Rotem nods feverently. "Yeah, w-where can we go r-run? I w-wanna run!" he then turns facing the door, "No shifting t-till we get where we're g-going, right? Outside the c-city?"

Yi hms softly. "Let me finish up what I said about tribes first. You know two of 'em. Black Furies, Bone Gnawers. Now there's the Children of Gaia, a peace loving tribe. Don't call them hippies though, as they might get offended and give you a right lashing. Next are the Fianna. That's Matt's tribe, a lot of drinkers in that tribe. They come from Europe bloodlines, most of them. Get of Fenris are true warriors. They like to fight. A Lot. Don't mess with them, because they have the worst tempers you've even seen. Glass Walkers, they roam uptown cities. Like us, they like the cities and at times are looked down at because of their like for the Weaver's toys..." Here she does a makeshift gun with her own hand and points at it to tell Rotem what she meant by Weaver toys. "Red Talons, Shadow Lords, Silver Fangs. Red Talons are all wolves, and most of them hate human things, including humans. Shadow Lords are like us and the Walkers. They like playing with politics though, and give the Silver Fangs a lot of attitude. The Fangs are from Europe too, think they are the Alphas of all Garou tribes but we know better than that. Last are the Stargazers, the Uktena and the Wendigo. Stargazers, well you won't see them much but I hear there are a couple in this sept. They seek knowledge, and balance within themselves. The Uktena are like the Wendigo, but a little more secretive. Some tribes don't like them, but they're just as Garou as the rest of us. And Wendigo are the real Indians. Don't anger them, or else you might find an feathered axe in your head. Have all of that?"

Rotem nods softly, "So when do I get to m-meet some of those Fenris d-dudes? or the Fianna g-guys. They sound cool. Can we go r-running yet? I w-wanna go run!" At this he stomps his foot, motioning to the door. "Run run run run run run!"

Yi huffs softly, getting up off the wall. "Shut up already," she snaps, gazing at the door. She's about ready to run herself, away from the bullheaded cub. "We'll try out the forest. You want to run, let's run. 12 miles, in lupus. Sound good to you?"

Shifting down, Yi's form blurs from homid, growing up to crinos while remaining a little fuzzy and dark, then shrinks down to a form most likely taken as a wolfdog. She rumbles, heading up for the door. It's up to the cub to try and keep up, as she uses her newly learned gift of opening up seals, and unlocks the door with just a look from her.

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

Three-Blades turns her head briefly, snorts at the cub for him to follow, and slips out.

Rotem grins, dropping down to lupus form as well, his tail wagging already as he hops up the steps three at a time, scampering up the door, he barks and mewls for a moment, attempting to speak. no smell, butt, dogs? he asks.

Rotem bares his teeth slightly, imitating a human smirk, unsuccessfully.

Three-Blades snorts slightly, ears flicking in acknowledgement of the joke, but not quite in the mood yet. The lupus peeks out briefly from the tarp hanging over the door, scouting an all clear, and slips out of the church.

After sticking to most of the alleyways, the pair make their way out of the city and head out in a flat run towards the forest. They have a bit of fun, run around and stretch their legs, and the go back to being normal human beings.