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Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (39% full).
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Bawn: Central Forest(#2876RA)
The forest is dark and quiet. No, not quiet. Listening. The ancient firs rear up all around, branches interwoven in a dense roof of dark green. Fallen needles lie in a thick carpet on the ground, heaped up around the drifts of undergrowth clinging to the scarce patches of light reaching the forest floor. Every sound seems muffled, and the sharp scent of pine hangs in the air like the clouds of midges that swarm ceaselessly beneath the branches. Even the many deer who roam here seem to step more quietly than usual, and the songbirds seldom sing.
The forest spreads out around you in all directions.
Contents:
Walks-Middle
Obvious exits:
Burial Mounds  Story Tree  Caern of the Hidden Walk  Western Bawn  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  Eastern Bawn  

[look Walks-Middle]
Walks-the-Middle-Road is clean of limb and stands about three feet, two inches tall. The young wolf's fur is a silky gray, although one leg and her underside is white, except for the long, deep scar that runs across her abdomen. She as pointed gray ears, which are well placed on either side of her head, eyes that are a light green with dark circles near the pupil, and a rounded, black nose.

Swinging through the central bawn is Dagger's-Edge, the halfmoon on some random trail he's chosen to exercise his limbs and lupine senses with. He comes awfully close to the Burial Mounds, slowing to a stop at the 'front' of it and staring towards the carved story stones in the distance. The Shadow Lord goes still, rather picturesque in his ponderings.

The sound of snapping twigs and branches bending indicates that something or someone large is approaching at speed. The someone is a large white-furred crinos, with a snarl on her muzzle and a wild look in her eye. She sees the Shadow Lord and for a moment triumph shows on her face, then disappointment. ~Not the one.~

Running haphazardly toward the Burial Mound is Walks-Middle. The young wolf seems to have little concern for how much noise she makes and at the sight of the others lets loose a quiet growl of frustration.

Dagger's-Edge's ears swivel towards the sound of the approaching crinos first, before the rest of him turns towards the distraction. The snarl from the Silver Fang is echoed in the immediate turn of expression on the Shadow Lord, but he makes no move towards the strange crinos. That, followed with Walks-Middle's rampant running, causes the philodox to utter a simple querying whine.

Fire-Burns sees Walks-Middle now, and her arm shoots up to point one clawed finger. ~Found you. Why do you run? Stop running. There is nothing you can run from now. Only yourself and your deeds.~ This isn't much of an explanation for the Shadow Lord, but that's all the Fang says for now.

Walks-Middle skids to a halt as Fire-Burns points at her, panting from the run. The Child's tail and head are lowered, as if being chastised, but after the Fang speaks, she shifts up to hispo. ~Because while I run, I can forget.~ She avoids looking in the Shadow Lord's direction.

Annoyance boils up on the Philodox's features, but he allows himself only a snort. The rest is willed away, although he takes an experimental sniff of the air towards the Silver Fang before returning his gaze towards Walks. Forget what?

~You should not forget~, counsels Fire-Burns. ~If you forget her, those who abused her will have won. Remember her and vow to prevent any such evil happening again. I will.~

Walks-Middle cowers less and seems calmer after the Fang speaks, although it is a moment before she answers. ~You are right. I could never truly forget, but the look...~ She shakes her head, as though clearing her thoughts. ~Forgive my weakness.~

As the Child regains her composure, the Shadow Lord seems to losing it. A snarl is bitten off at the end, as he turns from the two and starts to depart, only to stop. Inner debate ensues in a nearly visible cloud around the philodox, before he turns around and simply stands there, waiting. He asks his questions once more. What are you whining on about, Peacemaker?

Fire-Burns finally takes note of the third garou. ~She had to perform an unpleasant duty,~ she states, ~and she did so honorably and without hesitation.~

Walks-Middle finally looks over at Dagger's-Edge, meeting his gaze. Her posture denotes agreement to Fire-Burns' words, although she adds further explanation: ~I gave Hope back to Gaia.~

Dagger's-Edge pins his ears back at the vague explanation, looking from one wolven face to another. Then, when Walks adds in, the Shadow Lord's expression returns to a calmer cast, though still shadowed with an underlying cold touch. He makes no secret of his distaste of the cub. Still, the philodox dips his muzzle to Walks. ~Do not suffer others to tend your sickness,~ he rumbles roughly.

~Indeed,~ rumbles the Silver Fang. ~She was too hurt for any of us to help. Those who did it, died for their wickedness. With this the matter ends at last. Gaia will send her back to us one day, healed and whole, and ready to fight again.~

Walks-Middle looks between the two, tensing a bit at the reference to the litany. Letting out a sigh, she adds, as if to further reassure herself, ~It had to be done.~

Dagger's-Edge looks off back towards the burial grounds for a moment, then back to the other two. Where is the body?

Fire-Burns says, ~She is in the ground,~ Fire-Burns says. ~We have hidden her well. But now I am tired. I need rest.~~

Walks-Middle dips her muzzle to Fire-Burns. ~Thank you for your help and words.~

Dagger's-Edge flicks an ear in thought, and dismisses a stray musing as he turns towards the Child. Then, all is taken care of. He glances to the Fang and chuffs a note to her departure. Good hunting.

Fire-Burns steps up to the Gaian and in a gesture of fellowship and compassion unusual to a garou in crinos, squats down by the hispo wolf and ruffles her neck gently. ~I will be at the human-den if you need me, friend.~ Then with a polite acknowledgement to the Shadow Lord she strides away.