The New Deal
1/30/2009
04:56 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (32% full).
It is currently 16:53 Pacific Time on Fri Jan 30 2009.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.27 and rising, and the relative humidity is 68 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
WWNP: Blue Mountains(#3854RAh)
Stiff winds cause what little forest remains to bow before the might of the sky. Twisted trees and low tough bushes soften the stony faces up near the summits. There, and along the lines of ridges, only bare stone shows through, sharp and unyielding. From here, you can look down upon the more forgiving terrain of the forest of Wolf Woods. Among the twisting false trails and creekbeds wind scenic hiking trails that are marked by WWNP posts detailing elevations and giving directions lest the unwary traveller become lost and wander off a cliff.
To the north is the boundary of the national park, beyond which the mountains continue. To the west lies the main body of the park itself, more forested and less rocky.
Contents:
Coriander
Quentin
Jack
Obvious exits:
Plateau Mountain Bowl Southwest West North
Far-Cry has retreated to the edge of the territory to get away from the smell of marijuana that clings to his fur in faint amounts. Having rolled around on the ground to try and rub some of it off with a dry bath, he now lies sphinx-like upon the ground beneath one of the many spruces on the territory. The silent sentinel's ears sit upon his head alert and twitching, listening to the wind.
Unfortunately for the Philodox, the original source of the marijuana scent comes strolling his way. At least she seems to have left the actual stuff back at their Tree, but the smell lingers around her, particularly to the lupus nose. "Okay. Sorry. I'm good now," she says to her packbrother before she moves to sit down, too.
It's not far from the edge of that territory that the sentinel's attentiveness is rewarded--a howl that rises sharply upon the wind and carries over the mountains, one shaded with anger and demand. ~The Night's Herald comes to speak with Masquerade!~ The source of the howl waits not; back to two-legs, draped in a trenchcoat's shadow with a fedora perched upon his head, Quentin walks towards the borders of the other pack's territory, gloved hands free by his sides and boots crunching against the frost-stiffened grass underfoot.
Fallout is far more stoic than angry (really, he's only mildly grumpy, and that appears to be more from picking through the frost-covered earth than the situation), and he only mildly grumps at Quentin with a mild reminder that this /is/ their territory. Still, he makes his way along, sticking to four legs for the trip over. Easier that way.
Far-Cry sneezes at the first scent of the theurge's approach, turning to look at her with a wordless groan of complaint. The howl interrupts, and the Shadow Lord rises to his paws at the inflection carried within its tone. His hackles stiffen and he answers back with one territorial, defensive howl - one meant to discourage testing those scent-marked borders. A flick of his ear goes to Coriander bidding her to come with before he starts off towards the sound's source.
"I know, I know," Quentin mutters an aside to his packbrother, stopping there at the edge of the territory without crossing it; arms folded over his chest, he lifts his head a bit to the sky as he hears the answering howl ring out. A scowl briefly twists its way across his expression, but he schools it back into neutrality, merely waiting there.
"Night's Herald?" Cori says in puzzlement, but she walks along with Kenneth toward their visitors. When she sees Quentin, she greets him with a smile and a friendly wave. "Quentin, hi!" Fallout is also given a nod and a smile in greeting, although her brightness dims a bit when she looks back down to Kenneth.
Pack> Coriander says "Does this mean there's gonna be a fight?"
Jack is back up on two legs and propped against a tree once they arrive, features mostly neutral. Cori gets a glance and a, "Yo," as she looks his way, but he seems to mostly be waiting on Quentin.
Pack> Far-Cry doubts it, but he's ready for anything.
Far-Cry's reaction at scenting, then seeing the two Walkers is not anywhere near as welcoming. Tolerant at best, he sneezes again, ridding himself of the first twinges of strong city smells. Then, a flick of his tail in query to their presence.
"Cori." It's a quiet, cordial greeting at best, Quentin's gaze fixed upon the Shadow Lord steadily for a long and silent moment before stating in rather flat tones, "I've come for my gun, Kenneth."
Coriander goes quiet at the request from Quentin, her opinion on it hard to read in her expression, although she does look mildly worried.
Jack's gaze flicks to Quentin at that with a mere brow arch. He says nothing, though, for now, letting the galliard do his thing.
Far-Cry's fur puffs at the look from Quentin. The wolf's tail behind him ratchets upwards in display of his position, and the shift of his posture is subtle, but clear enough to claim dominance first.
Long distance to Quentin: Far-Cry uses Staredown at you. Staaaare.
Quentin pages: Oh noes, teh staredown! :)
Quentin's gaze is caught by that of the other philodox, lips curling slightly back a bit in a wordless snarl--muscles tensing, as if to pull back, but he doesn't just caught by the Shadow Lord's dire stare in silence as though pinned down by it.
Coriander takes a step back from the Shadow Lord at the change in posture, and she looks toward the ground herself, feet shifting a little.
Jack looks perhaps just a tad irritated at something or another, but who, exactly, it's directed at is hard to say. Otherwise, he is just being background at the moment; his attention is on the two, but he's otherwise staying quiet.
Far-Cry moves one little step forward towards Quentin, still holding that gaze and in doing so growls roughly. You may have it back. With that, he relents on the intensity of the stare.
Long distance to Quentin: Far-Cry lets the effects linger, but no more Gift use.
Quentin's head jerks away to one side as the Shadow Lord releases him, dropping back a step, his gaze averting from the other man--a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as he observes in quiet, flat tones without looking back directly at him, "You continue to test me? I could drag this matter through the mud of the next moot if you prefer, Kenneth Oathbreaker, and let you be judged there."
There is no easing of the worry in the Theurge even when Kenneth relents. Cori looks between them, but her eyes close at the insult sent Kenneth's way.
Jack looks just a touch more irritated, but still says nothing.
Far-Cry abruptly snarls back, tail flagging high. You test /me/ with your disrespect of me on my territory, counters the halfmoon as he takes a couple of steps further. As he does so, the Shadow Lord starts to shift through his forms. The transition lingers overlong on the crinos form, but eventually shrinks back down to that of his breed. The cold stare for Quentin is like ice.
"What do you know of territory?" A snarl of anger from Quentin as he turns his gaze back to the other man, a glare beneath the edge of his fedora, fingers curling into a gloved fist by his side, "You, who accepted a fair challenge, then shattered your given word and claimed rights that were no longer yours? You, who reached out with hand and prick to violate /my/ claimed territory? I thought to give you a chance to deal with this between us, as men, but perhaps you prefer to further dishonour yourself and your tribe."
"She isn't just territory. She's a woman who's capable of making her own choices, too," Cori says, not as a chastisement, but as gentle reminder. She steps forward, almost in front of Kenneth, but she looks between the two of them. "There's bad blood here, and if you two want to work it out, you'll do it peacefully or you won't do it here. This territory and pack's Alpha is a keeper of the peace. We can discuss a way to settle the matter without insults, implied or otherwise."
Pack> Kenneth bubbles with a deepseated rage for the insult. But, his mind is definitely working.
Pack> Coriander says "Just keep in mind, Kenneth, he's the one who was wronged here and he's feeling it deep."
"Q," Jack says lowly, evenly, and in the sort of voice that subtly implies 'chill'. Otherwise, his eyes narrow a fraction, and he looks just a tad annoyed.
Kenneth slowly folds his arms across his chest. "You took her as your... 'mate'. You said you would marry her. Have you done all these things you claimed you would do? I claim nothing but what you yourself agreed upon, Quentin. She asked for it. I didn't force her." Briefly, his eyes swing towards Jack standing off to the side in a way gauging him just as much before returning back to Quentin. "You want the whole sept to sit there and listen to us bicker about the life and mind of a human being, then by all means. Drag this out. But if you're here to get say your piece, get your gun and go get shit done, then get on with it."
Quentin smiles, but there's no warmth in it, looking right past Coriander to the Shadow Lord as he speaks. "...and did you not swear to honor and leave our union be? Or do you deny giving your own word on this matter, Kenneth Oathbreaker, after -you- submitted to -me-? A simple answer is what I'm asking for. No semantics, no dancing." A hand lifts, slightly, towards Coriander. "--I've neither bared claw nor drawn weapon, Coriander. Under the circumstances, it's probably more than could be expected."
Pack> Kenneth flares once more at that name. "If he calls me that one more time..."
Pack> Coriander meets his rising rage with a firm calmness, "He's been betrayed, Kenneth. I know he upsets you, but try to look at it from his side, and you'll understand better, I think."
"You're a good Garou, Quentin Speaker-For-the-Dead," Cori says, meaning it sincerely, "And I know betrayal isn't enough to turn you into anything else."
Pack> Melodie says "What's going on out there?"
Pack> Coriander says "Quentin's come to get his gun back from Kenneth."
Jack parks both hands in jacket pockets, still propped against the tree, expression turning darker, but he doesn't interject for the time being, gaze turning between the two evenly.
Pack> Melodie says "Kenneth stole his gun? Why?"
Pack> Kenneth says "I didn't steal it. It was... given."
Pack> Melodie says "Okay. Do we have one of those in the tree?"
Pack> Coriander says "Yeah, it's tied up toward the top. And hey, Mel? If there's bullets in there? Could you take them out?"
"Kind of hard to leave it be when one side of it's telling me she wants me to let her touch me," Kenneth snarls under his breath. "I said the Shadow Lords wouldn't bother you two. And we /didn't/."
Quentin exhales a derisive snort of breath, starting to say something and then biting it off--jaw tensing briefly, before he jerks his head dismissively. "You have an interesting viewpoint on the world, Kenneth," he replies tightly, "To business, then. You agreed she was mine. I agreed to give the Shadow Lords our child. Or bargain is null, by your actions. I want my gun, and I want my child."
Pack> Kenneth says "Listen to him. Treating kin and child like trophies to be won or lost..."
Pack> Coriander says "Maybe not trophies, Kenneth, but the child is definitely something he can fear losing. What... what are you gonna do?"
Coriander does seem to have a response this time, but she watches the others with a frown in place.
Pack> Melodie says "Yeah! Basil taught me a little about guns. I can take bullets out. Wait, what's going on with your kin? Do you need me?"
Pack> Coriander pauses a bit at Melodie's question, her answer coming out a little more irritated than usual, "A big mess, that's what."
Pack> Kenneth agrees with that irritation, his being even More so than Cori's.
Pack> Coriander says "She can bring the gun, huh, Kenneth? You're giving it back, right?"
Pack> Kenneth says "Bring it. If he wants the gun, he can have it. And I won't complain if you accidentally trip and the gun breaks on a few rocks."
Pack> Coriander says "No need to add insult to injury."
Pack> Melodie says "When else do you insult someone?"
Pack> Coriander says "Uh... Good question..."
Jack just eyes Quentin a bit at the latter, though his opinion on the matter is hard to tell from merely his expression; he does, however, glance toward Kenneth for his reaction.
Kenneth tightens his own jaw in return. "You are the one who believes the 'deal' is through," speaks the philodox deliberately. "If you want your gun, you can have it. But you will not have the child if /this/ is how you will be treating the babe. Like a trophy won or lost in some battle with evil." He steps forward, arms slipping from their crossed positions, bringing himself a whole lot closer to the galliard. "Simply put, Quentin, if you want the kid, you take in the mother too."
Pack> Coriander sends flat out shock through the link.
Pack> Melodie says "What? Huh? I'm inna tree, don't do that!"
Pack> Kenneth takes the shock, but holds firm. "If Quentin wants this kid, he /will/ take care of it as it and the mother deserves. That's all I said to him."
Pack> Coriander says "I just... that wasn't what I expected..."
"The mother," Quentin replies flatly to the other man's words, "Already tried to -buy- me off my own elder, Kenneth-rhya. She betrayed me and has no respect for me as anything other than a trophy to be bought herself, and so, I will have none for her." As the philodox approaches, the galliard neither gives ground nor steps forward, adding firmly, "And this is -her- desire as well. I am, this last time, speaking for -both- of us."
"Just like you tried to claim her as your territory," Kenneth fires back, teeth grinding as he faces the galliard.
Coriander blinks at Kenneth's decree, and further at the response from Quentin. She looks over to Jack for a moment, but her attention turns back to the other two shortly.
Pack> Coriander says "She... tried to /buy/ him? What is /up/ with this chick?"
Pack> Kenneth says "Karma."
"When y'say you want the kid," Jack finally says, still not moving from the tree, "Can y'clarify what, exactly, it is you're wantin'? Because there's a huge range of possibilities." That's level and entirely calm, if not a little flat.
Pack> Melodie says "What? Slavery is wrong!"
Pack> Coriander says "No, I think... not slavery, but like... as a boyfriend?"
Pack> Coriander seems very, very puzzled and put off by the idea.
Pack> Melodie says "You can't buy those either! I know a song about that. Walkers are crazy."
Pack> Coriander says "The Beatles! Infinite wisdom. Maybe we need to sit her down with some old albums."
Kenneth clarifies on the other halfmoon's behalf with an even look at Quentin, "I say that if you want to lay claim to the child now, while it is still a part of the mother, then you lay claim to both. And you will respect both, as our litany laws decree that we respect those beneath us."
"Is she and the child your territory, then, to make such proclaimations?" Quentin asks bluntly, "Or is she a free woman, Kenneth, as you keep spitting at me, and not anyone's territory? You cannot have it both ways."
There isn't an interjection from the Coggie just yet, instead, she folds her arms loosely and lets out a sigh.
Jack slips a glance over toward Kenneth as he answers, then looks back to his packmate evenly. "Th'question's for you, too, Q."
Kenneth very slowly licks at an upper canine, a very wolf-like gesture of pondering and mild annoyance. "Not once," he answers eventually. "Not once have I /ever/ implied that Danae was anything or anyone other than who she chooses. Not once." And for once, he looks back towards Coriander, eyes lingering there for long ticks of seconds. When he turns back to Quentin, he takes a long breath and exhales slowly. "If you'll let me speak," he makes of request to the galliard.
Pack> Coriander seems to be supporting and even encouraging.
Pack> Melodie says "I think I got the bullets all out! Oh, except the one in the, um, barrel. How do I... never mind, that works! Wow, it's loud."
Pack> Kenneth says "Mel... you... never mind. Be careful getting out of the tree."
Pack> Coriander says "Yeah, don't fall!"
Pack> Melodie says "Pff, I never fall."
There's silence of a few long moments from Quentin as well, not answering--at least verbally--his packmate's words, jaw tensing ever so slightly before he forces it relaxed, head raising slightly. "I'm listening," he replies, tone flat but steady, both arms folding themselves across his chest.
Pack> Coriander says with a bit of teasing, "Famous last words."
Coriander gives a small smile when Kenneth looks her way and it moves to include Quentin at his response.
Jack eyes Quentin for a moment or two - but whatever it is seems to be settled without words, though he, too, considers the other half-moon.
Though slightly distracted looking, Kenneth continues. "The child is innocent. And the mother, curse her for all the trouble she's caused the both of us, is attached. Now I respect loyalty, hard as that is to believe right now between the pair of us," he says as evenly as he can make it, forcing himself to a calm. "Which is why I tested you that day you came and we met in challenge. I realize I should have been more wary about the loyalties of my kin instead. She has caused you grief. And that - I am prepared to take responsibility for. However." He cants his head slightly, thinking aloud, "I know you'll do what you can to provide for the kid and not abandon it. You aren't like Vera, who basically took off as soon as her pups could chew their own meat. But this is a human kid, not pups. And it's going to need lookin' after. I don't presume to speak for the mother except to say she asked me for the right to decide where her child ends up. She wrote it on a note, left it in the cave. That said... I want to make sure that child is safe. Grows up well. In this world... we can only spare that effort. You get me?"
Pack> Coriander says "Kenneth..."
Pack> Coriander seems to be proud of him.
Pack> Kenneth says "Don't say it..."
Pack> Coriander says "I'm not saying anything!"
Pack> Melodie says "Next time I'm going with you!"
"A child needs more than money to keep them safe and protect their well-being, Kenneth," Quentin says in quiet tones, tense but perhaps not quite so sharp-edged as they were as he regards the philodox in return, "Danae grew up ever-fearing that she'd be show the weaknesses of her father, taught by the precepts of Thunder that her own fears made her weak. Would you have our child grow up with the same fears as she, perpetuating the cycle? She'd be raised by a series of nannies, not by her mother, and worse yet, in Saint Claire, where every one of our kin are in danger. I don't want that life for my son, or daughter, Kenneth."
Coriander steps over to put a hand on Kenneth's shoulder, some affection showing in the gesture. "Who would raise it, Quentin? If not its mother and the other kin?" Her question seems to be a genuine one, even. "None of us can really raise our children, as uncertain as life is. Would you send... send it away?" That option brings a furrow to the girl's brow, but she seems genuinely curious.
Jack doesn't question anything further, just letting the others talk for now.
Pack> Kenneth gets hit hard with a sudden pang of sadness. One that he fights against, but can't keep from his mental foreground. A memory of his parents, and their happiness... but only to realize that their faces are blurred to him at the moment.
Pack> Coriander, too, seems subdued, and further so at Kenneth's sadness. "Don't make me cry in front of the boys, Kenneth," she says, half joking, but also half-serious.
Slowly closing his eyes and breathing outward, Kenneth considers. At his next opened gaze to the galliard, he straightens up. "Her fears /do/ make her weak," he states. "Her fears are what she must face to gather the courage she needs to move forward. She needs to move on. And I can't help her do that. But you... you had a better connection to her than anyone here. Which means, you'd know best what she means to do with that kid." He glances over towards Coriander and Jack, regarding them briefly. "So if you want to make some new deal, do it. They can be witness this time," says the philodox in regards to the observers as he turns back to Quentin. "What are your 'terms'?"
Quentin's gaze drops, briefly, a flash of raw pain at Coriander's question--and he nods, tersely. "I know my life expectancy, Cori," he says quietly, "I could... find kin, a loving family, in Steel Angel. She'd be safe, loved, protected, away from the front lines. I could visit her between crises, and die knowing that I'd left something worthwhile behind." A breath is drawn in, and he looks up to Kenneth, grimacing slightly, "She isn't thinking of the child, not even in her message to you, Kenneth. She's thinking of me. She's trying to assuage her guilt at what she's done by throwing gifts at me--our child's future amongst them." He rubs a hand against his brow, thumb and forefinger-knuckle rubbing against its furrowed lines and tilting the fedora's edge back a bit, eyes closing. Then it falls, and he looks at the Shadow Lord with a tired expression, "I just want a say in the life of my own child when he, or she, is born, Kenneth. At least as equal as Danae's. And I want them to be able to choose which parent to follow, when the time comes, of their own free will. Not mine. Not yours."
Pack> Coriander seems to be quite moved by something or another, "Kenneth... can we say okay to him?"
Pack> Kenneth says "Okay to What?"
Pack> Coriander says "He just wants what's best for the kid, ya know? Okay to letting them decide between themselves?"
Pack> Melodie says "I vote for whatever the mother wants."
Coriander's lips press together, tears starting to well up. She wipes a hand across her eyes and moves away from Kenneth's side, to step over to Quentin and press a kiss to his cheek. It really seems like she's got something to say, but she leaves it at the gesture alone.
Pack> Kenneth says "The mother is unreliable, disloyal, wishy-washy, emotional..." The list cuts off briefly. "Quentin is the Garou of the pair."
Pack> Melodie says "Having a child changes a woman. She'll grow up fast! It's the natural way."
Pack> Kenneth growls bitterly, "Like Vera ditching her pups was the natural way?"
Jack's expression remains entirely neutral, and he eyes Cori just a bit as she steps over toward Quentin. Still, though, most his attention still remains on the deal being made; Kenneth's offer of them as witness only brings up a lift of his brows that could be taken as agreement, but he stays quiet.
Pack> Melodie seems nervous. "I can't say why Vera-rhya does what she does, it's not my place."
Pack> Coriander says "I just want the kid taken care of, ya know?"
Kenneth twitches at his eyes, wavering on its narrowed state once Coriander moves over. The line of his mouth thins as well. "Danae's got a profile in public. If you're too close to her, you'll get caught in the light. But if you want this child to grow up... normal... that much I'll agree. As for tribe... well if I'm any example, Thunder chooses his children and it is not always their birthright. How about this. You and I... in these months Danae remains with child, we give our support - for the child's sake - from afar. Come the time of the Baptism of Fire, if you so choose to still take responsibility, then it shall be. If Danae has her dispute, she can bring it up then and do so in her capacity as Kin of the Shadow Lords, to give her say for where the child will go."
Pack> Kenneth says "Sometimes, I can't tell whether growing up not knowing was a blessing or a curse."
Pack> Coriander pauses a moment, then states somewhat sullenly, "Maybe a bit of both. "
Quentin tips his head slightly, regarding Coriander with an almost wary look as she approaches--and then she kisses his cheek, and he ducks his head in a silent nod, swallowing once before lifting his head back to look to Kenneth, listening to his words. A breath is drawn in, exhaled, and then he nods once, "A fair agreement. Very well."
Coriander falls back to Kenneth's side standing a little behind him. She only nods her head, nothing more to add to the negotiations.
Pack> Kenneth lingers on that thought just long enough. Then, "Mel, where's that gun?"
Pack> Melodie says "It's in the tree, duh."
Jack continues saying nothing. Just watches, though he does shift his weight off his bad leg a little, still parked against the tree.
Pack> Kenneth says "Weren't you getting it down?"
Pack> Melodie says "Oh! No, I just climbed up, took out the bullets, and put it back."
Pack> Coriander is veyr, very amused.
Kenneth nods once, and slowly lifts his hand to hold out for a shake. The gesture's still a little tense, but far less so than at the beginning of the meeting. He glances over at Cori and Jack again before looking back to the Walker galliard.
Coriander looks distracted for a moment, and a little amused, but she looks back to Kenneth with a smile and an encouraging nod.
Pack> Kenneth performs the mental facepalm.
Pack> Melodie says "What? That's what you said, right?"
Quentin considers the offered hand for a moment, and then reaches out to clasp the offered hand with his own gloved one--brief before he pulls away, but firm--adding as he draws back, quietly, "You still slept with her, Kenneth. Don't expect me to like you."
Pack> Coriander says "Can you get it and bring it out here, Mel?"
Jack glances over to Kenneth, merely rolling a shoulder back and giving him a single nod, but that's all.
Pack> Melodie says "Oh, okay, coming! Do you want me to reload it?"
Pack> Coriander says "No, that's okay, just get it out here."
Kenneth's own shake is firm and brief. "I slept with her. Don't expect me to like me," he counters with a very thin, nearly humorless smile. "Stick around, if you still want that gun of yours." He turns his gaze off towards the woods then.
Coriander looks off to the woods, too, "Our packsister is bringing it out for you."
Quentin answers the quip with a faint snort of breath, but no comment as he draws back a step, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat as he glances off, towards the woods.
Jack actually looks just a touch darkly amused at Kenneth, but he still maintains his quiet, though he's starting to get just a touch antsy, for some reason or another.
Melodie comes trouncing through the woods, holding a pistol in her right hand. She heads over to the group, with a cheerful smile. "Hey, you guys wanted this thing?"
Kenneth makes a motion to draw attention towards Melodie then as the Fury approaches with the handgun. "That one's his," he tells her with a tilt of his head towards Quentin. He takes a few steps back from Quentin's proximity, giving clearer passage. The antsy touch coming off of Jack gets the other halfmoon a glance.
"Thanks, Mel," Cori says, as she gestures to Quentin, too. She looks over at Jack, some concern entering her expression, but she looks back to Quentin with a light smile.
Quentin lifts his chin in a slight nod up and over to the newcomer--managing the faintest of smiles, for just a moment. "Hey, Mel," he greets, "Long time no see." A four-fingered hand gloved in black leather lifts, held out towards her approach.
Jack doesn't seem to be too concerned with the looks given his way, though he toys with something in his jacket pocket for a moment before pulling his hand free and just crossing his arms over his chest instead. Melodie gets a glance and a, "Yo," but little else for now.
Melodie nods at Kenneth's words, and goes over to Quentin, holding out the gun to him. "Hey, Quentin, here you go." The poor weapon looks rather dirty, having spent some time somewhere other than a nice gun vault. "Is everything cool out here?" she asks innocently.
Kenneth's eyes linger on Jack a little longer, but at Melodie's question he replies simply. "Yeah, somewhat." Even if he doesn't really sound like he believes it, the Shadow Lord looks towards Quentin to confirm.
"Things are alright, Mel," Cori says, seeming to have more faith in that statement than Kenneth does.
"As well as can be expected," Quentin affirms, turning the gun over a bit as he regards it critically. It won't ever shoot again, likely, not without serious maintenance, but that isn't the point. It's tucked into his coat, then, and he turns his head to his packmate with a nod away from the other pack's territory, "We should get going. Maybe one've our people have some new information about the Liver Eater."
Jack straightens up from the tree again, merely giving a shrug of a shoulder, and just gives a, "Yup." He's perfectly ready to go.
Melodie looks content to have done her part as messenger girl. "Okay, have a good night! Good luck with whatever you've got going on, I guess." She gives a little shrug, as if she's clueless.
Kenneth looks neutral up until the others turn to go. His expression turns puzzled at the mention of the Liver Eater, but he doesn't go so far to ask. Instead, the philodox turns himself and makes a slow shift back down to his lupus form. A shake of his pelt later, he announces to his packmates that he's going to do some running and check up on the wolves. There's a passing invitation made to them as well to come along.
"Good seein' you Mel, Cori," Quentin offers with a slight raise of his hand in a salute, turning to head out alongside Jack without another word--adjusting the fedora upon his head briefly as he goes.
Melodie shifts to lupus along with her pack, and heads off to have some nice wolf-time in the woods. Such fun!
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