4/25/2005

07:53 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (87% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.17 and steady, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 19:29 Pacific Time on Mon Apr 25 2005.

Harbor Park -- The Meadow(#194RJ)
One of the last bastions of green left in the city, mottled and withered grass and weeds covers the earth like a badly stained carpet, with the construction work turning what is left into just bare dirt. The vegetation seems marginally healthier the further it is from the river and much healthier towards the central area of the park around the fountain. Construction work is ongoing here: a raised earthen berm about five feet tall is being built all around the park perimeter, with two breaks each at the Bridge Street entrance and the First Street end. Wooden posts are being erected at regular intervals all along the earthen wall, while tasteful iron gates and fences are being added at the entrances. Overpowering the scent of living vegetation are the exhaust fumes from a busy street to the west and an unpleasant stench from the Columbia River to the east. From the street view or river view, the park is now isolated, as if it existed apart from the city. People in tall buildings have an excellent view of any goings-ons for now, though. In the center of the park, a small glade of six tall trees and a flower bed surrounds the fountain.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire.
Contents:
Dillen
JeremyGM
Tskilegwa
Jacinta
Olga
Julie
Obvious exits:
Bridge Street  Fountain  First Street  River  

The weather's cold, it has been a while, and the sun's just recently dipped down between the jagged jig-saw of buildings to the west. The waters of the Columbia move like a million slow roiling slugs, all glinting and slick with the gunk of industry. Four Garou stand by it, eyeing each other in the chill apprehensive air. The park is now dark, except for the weak overlooking light of windows which stare down on them like eyes. "Well I guess this is it," Olga says, her bag not here tonight, with neither socks nor shoes, curling her toes against the dead growing grass. "Sun's set. Nobody else's coming."

Jacinta paces a short distance away, expression intense in her occasional glances toward where Olga stands. At the Bone Gnawer's statement, she gives a single sharp nod and approaches, scanning the faces of the others.

Dillen leans against a tree, a scowl already on his face. "We are here and ready." He searches the area some and shakes his head. "No shoes, Olga?" A hint of a grin. "Might be bad."

Olga's feet rise and crush against the ground, stamping out the cold. "Not dedicated," she answers the Galliard's question with a smirk and a scowl. "I left 'em at home, last thing I need's somebody stealing my shoes. God-damn i's cold though; can't wait until we set out and I can put on some fur." She hops up on on her toes and falls back down, then turns her eyes to watch the sluggish river roll by. She looks at Jacinta then, apparently waiting on her word.

Kenneth stands beside his packmate, breathing slow and steady but his demeanor tense and pretty much all business. As Jacinta and Olga both approach, the Shadow Lord slowly nods his head once to them both.

Jacinta clasps her hands behind her back and looks to each face again. Her gaze stops on Dillen and lingers there for a bit before moving on. "We do not know what we will find, but we will attack whatever does not belong here, and we will attack as one. We will be smart, and focused, and follow orders when they are given. If you have hesitation, now is the time to step backward. If you have question, now is the time to ask."

"I have no hesitation." Dillen bows his head to Jacinta. It's her lead on this one, he knows it and makes sure that she does. "Lead on, Jacinta-Rhya." He says with no hesitation, showing the respect when it is due.

Kenneth clears his throat roughly, his upper lip twitching upwards in reply to the Wendigo's words. The philodox says nothing, black eyes gleaming with a feral beast waiting behind its invisible veil.

Olga jams her hands in her pocket. She looks at Jacinta but with a bit of hesitation mixed in with the discomfort of the cold. "We'll run back to the park if we gotta, eh?" she asks, the lone dissenter among the group. "I mean if it's anything -" But then she stops, digs her toes into the ground, and pulls her shoulders up around her neck, a shrug or a twitch. "Ah, hell," she mutters lowly. "I trust ya."

Without a nod, without a word, Jacinta turns and heads toward the fountain. There, she waits for the others to be by her side before searching for her reflection.

Dillen walks beside Jacinta and peers into the water.

Kenneth hangs to Dillen's left as the group walks, and approaching the fountain, the Shadow Lord checks around the vicinity, watching for any observers.

Olga's first to arrive at the fountain, her feet hopping and hobbling along the cold earth; she looks around, peeking around trees, suspiciously watching the apartments around as if the buildings themselves were going to lunge. And then, slowly, she begins to punch her way artlessly past the Gauntlet, staring hard at her reflection.

Harbor Park -- Fountain
Situated in the center of a large, open meadow is a clustering of six trees, a flower bed, a few steel-and-wood benches set firmly into concrete, and a flagstone courtyard that is dominated by a large fountain.
The fountain is a wide circular pool of water some fifty feet across and about five feet deep in most places. The sculpture in the center is a mix of old and new, traditional and modern: eight concrete-and-stainless-steel slabs about six feet high are set in a rough Stonehenge-like circle around the center of the fountain. Water flows from their tops, cascading in bright mesmerizing sheets to the pool below. Rising above the steel circle is a large marble statue of the Water Bearer, an androgynous figure draped in robes of flowing water. It bears a large jug carved with various Greek symbols, from which pours a seething torrent of water into the pool at its feet.
Cars on the nearby street have an excellent view of the park as do any residents of the tall buildings which line the waterfront.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire. Recent construction work is creating an earthen berm several feet high all along the borders of the park in all directions.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
Harbor Park Meadow  

Julie mutters and grumbles to herself as she sees shadoes of the others gathering up.
Julie is running a bit faster to catch up, not being silent, so the others are aware of her nearing.

Jacinta is already crossing the gauntlet as Julie runs up, missing the other's approach entirely.

Olga looks up as another approaches, her concentration and her passing muddied and unsure. She looks half-passed, already, and she looks up at Julie as if seeing her underwater: her greeting is mumbled and murky. "Oh," she says, quietly, "hey Julie. Long time no-" and she breaks off, returning absently to her own reflection, like it's something she'd forgot.

Julie hasn't, herself, done this in a while, so it takes her a moment to catch her breath, and a moment more get her bearings as to who is around her, then to concentrate on her reflection in the water. A quick check for the 'public', just in case, before staring at the mirror image of herself.

Umbra: Harbor Park
The Umbral ground beneath your feet here is lush with vegetation, an oasis of life amidst the concrete and webbing of the scab. Trees stand proud and tall here, their branches full of leaves. Shrubs line the outer edges of the park, tangled with encroaching webs. The fountain stands out boldly from even the surrounding area, the sleek lines sharper and more pronounced. Clean pure water roars and cascades from the figure in the fountain's center, falling into a cold clear pool that looks quite inviting. Spreading out from the fountain, the rest of the park is a green veldt that seems to radiate life and strength. The river banks the east shore of the park, bridged by a massive rusty bridge. On this shore, the glade seems to have spread out on to it, vines winding around the supports. Further across the river, the bridge melds into the scab again, flaked with rust and covered in webs. The river itself is clean within a few feet of the shore, but black ooze seems to encroach menacingly from the murk of the rest of the river.
A walkway leads out of the Glade-like atmosphere of the park from just north of the fountain. Eastward, the dark span of the bridge stretches over the vile river. Dark streets lead west and southwest into the blighted Umbra of the city.
Contents:
Obvious exits:
North  Southwest  West  Bridge  

Everyone reaches through the gauntlet. The passing takes about 30 seconds to accomplish, in which your eyes remained fixed on your reflection and prohibiting other actions from taking place. Olga and Dillen take the longest to pass through, and.... Olga appears to be frozen in place, having gotten stuck crossing through in the city's harder to penetrate gauntlet.

Dillen comes in, falling behind Jacinta as he does so. He looks around, maybe a little bit nervous in the umbra. "Following you." He says to the leader. A nod to Kenneth as well and then notices Olga. A hint of a shake of his head.

Julie fairly well brings up the rear, and gives a reach out to try and tug Olga along with her.

Kenneth steps sideways, a hand swiping at air as he materializes in the city Shadow like he's pulling down webs in his way. Soon as he is through, the Shadow Lord's eyes flicker around, finding Dillen first, then settling to Olga as she's stuck. As Julie reaches out, he watches carefully, taking a step towards the two Gnawers.

As she waits for the others to follow through, Jacinta scans the immediate area for danger. She isn't aware of Olga's plight until after Julie already reaches toward her Elder. The Wendigo's nose wrinkles in agitation and impatience, but she controls the impulse and looks out over the park.

Olga stumbles a little as she rights herself, her shoulders rattling as they roll, a look of slight chagrin covering her face, a redness in her cheeks she can't blame on the cold. "Thanks Jules," the Theurge mumbles as she looks at the other, braving a quick grimacing grin. It's only now that she really greets the prodigal Gnawer, with a familial thump on the arm and an easy "Good to see you." She takes a second to collect herself, a second to glance around uncertainly, and then slowly her shape twists as she shifts and rumbles into a form with fur on its feet.

Julie grins as Olga finds her bearings and returns the gesture with a light elbow of her own, then braids are brushed from her eyes to have a good look around, and study the others nearby. She doesn't shift, yet. She will wait until the others appear at ease with her presence.

Kenneth, seeing Olga shift, takes a long and careful breath. "Where are we searching?" he asks, finally speaking. "Not to mention, we have a plan B for the 'oh shit' scenario?"

And with just a helping hand, a situation that would have been potentially fatal to a lone garou is avoided. The full moon is out tonight, making it the 'safest' time for the garou to be in the umbra. Of course, this is the umbra near a large city. So it's not really safe at all, and danger awaits in the form of both the Weaver and the Wyrm. From the relative safety of the umbral glade, a dozen or two Wyld spirits are going about their business, interacting, or recovering from battle. Approximately where the realmside road would be, pattern spiders amble rapidly in a perfect north-south direction. Over the river to the north and maybe 500 or more feet in the air, an inky, black, shimmering, spider-tentacled thing of massive size floats like a blimp--and almost the same size as one. It lumbers silently towards the hospital, sucking in a passing Weaver spirit as an afterthought.

Jacinta steps away from the fountain, eyes glued momentarily on the blimp-sized creature. She then turns back to her troops with her fists clenching at her sides. "Our goal this night is to keep this glade as clean as it can be made to be. We will run the boundary, removing anything which does not belong. Keep your ears to this pack, your brothers for the night. The moon does not keep us safe, here, we do."

Dillen takes a deep breath and nods. "Ready." His eyes take in the beast and they go wide. "Holy shit." He follows the example and shifts to hispo as well.

Kenneth rubs a knuckle under his nose as he listens to the Wendigo, not paying much mind for the far off Blimpie. The Shadow Lord follows suit, shifting to hispo, growing out inky black fur.

Julie's eyes briefly widen at the sight of the black blimpo, but Jac's plan of action takes over her thoughts, and, like the others, she drops down into the part-wolf.

Fat-Ripper is transfixed on the creature in the dark distance, above the line of the river. She lifts herself to two legs, peering out across it like a massive fang-filled prairie dog, finally just bulging up into Crinos. Her fur is all on-edge, her teeth are already back, there's both fear and outrage in her face for all to see: mostly fear. ~That's the one they've all been talking about,~ she says through gritted growling teeth, before loping off after the Alpha of this hunt.

Pierces Ice huffs loudly and swings her heavy muzzle toward the eastern edge of the park, taking off at a steady lope in that direction.

After a bit of patrolling the borders of the park, it appears that the Weaver and Wyrm elements are not particularly keen on attacking the glade or its collectively gathered spirits and the recent, less powerful addition of a pack of Garou. In fact, they seem to be intentionally avoiding it. The pack is certainly a defensive advantage to the glade, but apparently not a particularly needed one at the height of the full moon and the Wyld's power.

Blotches growls reassuringly to her tribemate before loping off in the same direction of the others, momentarily bringing up the rear. She keeps an eye on their backs, a permanent, silent snarl locked on thin lips.

Bloods-Bane looks about a bit with different eyes and then follows Jacinta. He growls at some things he sees. He stalks the ground behind the leader, staying just behind her flank.

Dagger's-Edge settles to a pace alongside the left of his packmate, ears swiveling, breath huffing as the beast within is close to the fur. Systematically he follows the appointed warleader. Only his muzzle swings here and there to scent the air as they move.

Fat-Ripper plods along on four heavy legs, her front claws putting small streaks in the umbral grass. She looks out at the web-filled city, her nerves all on edge tonight, eyes flickering from one spider to the next. They move almost through conscious effort, a growl rumbling from her throat, to look at the Wyld spirits which occupy the park. Her mood changes only dimly.

As they round back toward the eastern edge, Pierces the Ice turns to her makeshift pack. Her hackles are high and the small ears twitch on her head. The tension of the moon, not having yet found release, rides high in her posture. ~Will you follow me? Will you follow me out, beyond the borders? Will you follow me into the battle beyond?~

Blotches's ears twitch back, then forward, nostrils flaring as she scents not only what lies beyond, but of the other Garou around her. A low swing of her head, menacing, and soft growl ripples up from her throat. ~I follow.~

~Lead on. I will follow!~ Bane is pulsing his paws at the ground beneath them. A low growl comes form his muzzle. ~Lead into battle, I will not fall until I have fought my best.~

Dagger's-Edge stamps a paw down, growling as his ears flatten. The only thing that the Shadow Lord replies with is, ~Combat the Wyrm.~

On the "roadway" bordering the park, an injured net spider limps along the road--easy pickings for something out of the glade. An ambitious cat spirit nearby watches from a crouch, then tears after it. The net spider gathers up speed, going from limp to lurch, and ducks down an alleyway between two yawning brick buildings.

Fat-Ripper's teeth bare angrily as she lifts herself up to two legs, and she snaps them menacingly in the direction of the spider, or perhaps it's the cat that gathers her animosity, her rage is blurry, and there's uncertainty in it. ~Keep us safe,~ she asks Pierces Ice as she adds her agreement to the others'.

Pierces Ice continues on, then, steps heavy in her thundering trot. She leads the pack in a slowly spiraling patrol. The cat and spider get no more than a single glance, as the latter ducks into the alley.

Bloods-Bane looks to both sides, haunches plodding the ground behind Ice. A low growl to the cat is all he offers as he follows in the spiral.

Dagger's-Edge's pawsteps don't get heavier, but the impatience shrouded by the restraint he paces himself with Bloods-Bane.

Blotches glances back at where the spider has gone with cat in follow, once they all have passed, hackles prickling. She keeps up with the others, though, still leery. Probably her imagination, but something doesn't feel right.

There's not much need to spiral outwards on the patrol, particularly as the park is rectangle shaped and bounded by the weaverish squares of buildings and blocks--all nice and orderly in principle. The border of the glade is easy to detect--the road. And that is where the first spirit is encountered: a pattern spider traveling on the road like the half dozen other ones you've already seen pass by, going about their weavery, patterny business.

Antsy, Fat-Ripper comes up almost beside Pierces Ice, but then she slackens and falls into pace. She breathes in the thick Umbral air, like ozone. ~Spider,~ she says, almost spitting out the word, much more curse than information. ~The park is safer than I'd thought,~ she says low, then, almost so the others can't hear. She almost spits again, saliva sticks to her maw, and she drops herself down to four legs to growl at the spider. ~The Weaver we must fight on the other side,~ she says, the regret in her voice not well-hiding the relief.

Pierces Ice's lips curl at the sight of the spider, but her ears flick outward in agreement, and she continues on.

~There must be more." Bane growls under his breath. He lifts his head and sniffs deep, trying to catch a smell. ~We came here for nothing?~ His ears do flicker towards Ripper as she speaks.

Dagger's-Edge watches the spider for an instant, tongue slipping out between his large fangs in displeasure before it slides back into his muzzle. Silent as a cloud, the Philodox continues to follow without so much as a growl.

Blotches growls quietly to herself, as the others grumble up ahead, gaze swinging upward to the skies overhead.

The group continues in a southerly direction, patrolling alongside the roadway and avoiding interrupting the Weaver spirits' various activities--which isn't terribly hard to do. The big black floating spirit up north about a mile away has disappeared. One minute, there. The next. Gone. In fact, nowhere to be seen. It could conceivably have landed or gone lower--thus no longer being visible because of the intervening buildings.

~It is gone,~ the Gnawer Galliard growls to those ahead, ~the black thing.~

Fat-Ripper answers Bloods-Bane curtly, almost dismissively, form making her terse where she may have been more diplomatic. ~We came here to make sure the park was safe,~ she says between raised lips. ~If you want more than that, go take it.~ She gestures vaguely, claws snapping together, towards the southwest of the city, towards the neck-deep corruption and filth. She looks up to where the thing was, gone as Blotches said, and then she looks again to Pierces Ice, expectant.

Though she isn't immediately aware of it's disappearance, once she notices that the blimpish spirit has gone the Wendigo slows her pace. She lifts her muzzle to the sky and tests for scents, not really expecting to be able to tell anything about the disappearing spirit, but scenting none-the-less.

Bloods-Bane gives a low growl to the "slap" that Ripper gives him. He lowers his head, sniffing the ground for... Whatever. He looks up and sees... Nothing where the blimp once was. His head cocks to the side as he considers this, looking around to see where it went.

Silent and without warning, a long, green and glistening tentacle covered with suckers whips lightning-fast out from a street rain gutter drain right next to the sidewalk--straight at the Shadow Lord's feet. He attempt to jump out of the way, graceless from the necessary rapidity of the action and made even more awkward as the foot-wide tentacle wraps around his hind legs and serves him a graceless, face-planting landing into the shrubbery nearby. He shifts to crinos as a grotesque sucking noise is clearly audible and wisps of red travel along the translucent tentacle and back towards the source hidden within the umbral sewers below.

The tentacles are wrapped around the fallen Shadow Lord and dragging him towards the drain opening ten feet away--which he will clearly not fit through--in one piece.

Dagger's-Edge snarls audibly, head in a whirl from the sudden jerk and smash of his muzzle against the concrete. The pain in his leg fuels his anger though, and he twists himself to try and swipe his sharp claws at the slimy limb. ~Get off me!~ he curses at the same time.

Bloods-Bane spins at the noise and starts to bolt to his packmate. He pauses for a moment, ~EDGE!~ He yells out, looking to Jacinta. A look that says if she doesn't do something quick, Dillen is going in. But he is at least trying to not bolt and think about what is happening. His teeth snap at the air, as if wanting to be biting into the tentacle that holds his packmate.

Fat-Ripper starts off towards the tentacle, teeth bared and heart pounding in her ears. Her pace is slow, just a long-legged lope, yet, and her ears don't tuck back just yet as she waits for Pierces Ice's command. She aims out towards the sidewalk, out towards the city, not directly at the storm drain from which the thing comes, though her eyes keep on that.

~Now! Sever it!~ Pierces the Ice snarls out as she lunges for the tentacle, attempting to do as she orders the others. She lashes out with claws even while seeking to find purchase with massive jaws. ~One point! Close together!~

Blotches snarls wildly, then lunges forward, heavy jaws snapping, aiming for the tentacle where Pierces is also attacking.

Bloods-Bane needs no more than that and flies through the air to rip his claws into the flesh of the tentacle, ripping outwards and trying to sever the limb completely above where the others attack. No matter what, he will save Edge. As many claws that can make purchase, he will do.

Tskilegwa pages to the room: Okay. That everyone? I've got Kenneth claw-swiping, Dillen clawswiping in the area that Jacinta designated, Jacinta claw-claw-claw-biting there, Blotches biting there, and Olga is positioning herself? Plenty of garou as-is attempting to attack one point.

Kenneth's swings a strong, well-placed blow at the tentacle wrapped around his hind legs and connects solidly, rending a sizeable chunk from the thing--though it still keeps a grip on him and makes more lewd sucking noises, drawing his lupine blood out--and healing the wound that Kenneth just made! Blood's Bane claws solidly at a point further away from the designated 'ground zero' and lands a potent claw swipe slightly more damaging than Kenneth's. The tentacle looks ready to break at that point. Jacinta's eyes grow wide and myopic as she attacks repeatedly, fueled by ahroun rage--and the obvious craze of a frenzy. Her claws swipe--hit, miss, hit--but not doing substantial damage. Her bite is more successful, finding liquidy purchase and then *shaking* the limb like crazy. Blotches lands an equally damaging bite nearby. The tentacle, like near Blood's Bane, is nearly--but not quite--severed. And unlike the wound made by the Shadow Lord, these two areas do not heal.

The tentacle releases the Shadow Lord, slipping away from his hind legs and pulling itself and Blotches and Pierces-Ice--the two garou latched onto it with their fangs--towards the hole with it. Though slightly slower than how fast it was pulling just the crinos Shadow Lord by himself. Only about five feet of tentacle are now exposed.

Dagger's-Edge struggles up to all fours as he's released, his indignance overpowered by the rage of the beast inside. With a furious howl, he lunges forward to grab for the tentacle with both sets of claws and teeth.

Fat-Ripper draws nearer the shredding of claws and the spilling of blood. She watches Pierces-Ice's frenzy with a wariness and worry which can find expression in this form only by the baring of teeth and the wrinkling of fur. She doesn't lend her claws to the battle, though she does come closer, to position herself a couple metres from the hole. She coils herself down, giving nervous glances at the resting of the city, but devoting the main of her attention to the hole and the thing in it.

Bloods-Bane moves with the tentacle, slashing at the hole he already has, trying to rend it in two. He grabs onto it, doing his best to separate where he already has it hurt, even pulling in the opposite direction with his claws sunken into the flesh of the beast. Pulling it, if possible, away from the mouth.

Blotches gives a hearty shake of her head, teeth clamped tight to the tentacle. She can feel the tension subside as it releases Edge, then Bane's tug-of-war with the slimy thing. She digs her claws into the ground, bracing herself as best as she can and not get drawn closer in.

Dagger's Edge grabs for the end of the tentacle and manages to grab and sink both claws into it, but misses with the follow-up bite as it slips through his fingers half a foot. His teeth clack together in the air just short. Blood's Bane takes another swipe at the seriously damaged chunk he took out earlier. His subsequent pull separates the tentacle from whatever body it may or may not have been attached to down below. Blotches shakes the tentacle until it's obvious it's no longer moving, then lets go. And Jacinta just rends and rends and rends away at the tentacle in the throws of a frenzy.

Chunks, chunks, and more juicy chunks.

Dagger's-Edge falls back as he misses, taking a moment to step back and bring himself back under control. He then notices his leg, and his lips curl back away from his teeth.

Fat-Ripper lowers herself like a linebacker, moving forward by inches towards the storm-drain. Her ears are slicked back and her posture and position betray a conflict of choices. Nervously she throws quick stolen glances behind her, and then goes back guarding the hole.

Blotches works her tongue and jaws, trying to get the foul taste out of her mouth, as she paws at one of the tentacle pieces. A glance is given toward the Slord, to see how well he fared out of the deal.

Bloods-Bane growls low and steps back, looking down at the last of the tentacle thing and kicking at the severed part, moving it away from the main bit. He then looks towards the hole as well, leaning down and looking at it, moving over to join Olga. ~Anything?~ He questions, ready for what may surge from it, his eyes intent on the hole, focusing on what lies within.

Pierces Ice stands over the shredded gelatinous mess, tentacle bits clinging to her muzzle and hanging from her lower fangs. For several seconds she just stands, breathing heavily, but slowly her eyes clear and she turns to look over the scene and rest of the pack. She gives a shake of her massive head, ridding it of some of the mess, and offers a gruff chuff.

Squishing sounds, growing distant, emerge from the hole.

Dagger's-Edge drops to all fours, panting roughly before he shifts to a four-legged Hispo form. The Philodox's hind leg sports massive red welts where the tentacle's suckers had gripped and bitten in. His gums look just a bit on the pale side at that. The halfmoon growls lowly, wordlessly, ears flicking.

Fat-Ripper continues forward, creeping, cautious, and when she stands over the drain she looks down at the darkness inside. She doesn't answer Bloods-Bane yet but her posture, while agitated certainly, doesn't contain the blank drenched fear and rage an affirmative would imply.

Bloods-Bane tilts his head, listening. He counters Ripper, moving out from directly in front of the hole. He tries to move around to behind. SO if anything comes out, he can rip it. He shifts to crinos.

The squishing noises fade into the distance as whatever it was that was down there disappears down one of the umbral sewer passages.

Pierces Ice hruffs. The rage of the evening spent, yet unsatisfied, the Hispo circles once around the others. Still drenched in tentacle goop, she growls out her order. ~Back to the glade.~

Blotches twists her ears about, and looks up and over in the general vicinity the large blimp had last been seen, listening and looking for it once more.

Bloods-Bane gives a great stretch of his body, popping his neck as he does so. He nods his head, listing down the hole a moment longer before shifting down into lupus for easier travel and falling in behind Jacinta.

Dagger's-Edge snarls out, ears flattening as the sounds of the spirit retreat away. Scratching a forepaw against the ground heavily, the halfmoon reluctantly limps after the others, doing his best to conceal it but failing utterly. His tail lashes behind him.

Fat-Ripper waits no more than a second or two over the hole, before stretching out into Hispo she lurches forward towards Pierces Ice and the others, certainly not complaining about their return. She curses a few times at the sewers and those in them and the agitation doesn't leave her body, though its focus shifts away from nervousness and towards anger, unspent rage bubbling inside.

Pierces Ice leads the troup back through as direct a route as she can manage, still dissatisfied by the results of the patrol, still wary for further attack.

The borders of the glade are less than 100 feet away from the site of the attack, and the pack makes it back to the glade easily--having only to avoid a pattern spider travelling down the road going about its business. And they're safe again in the glade.