Three-Blades flops down onto the dusty barn floor, shaking off a few bits of hay from her furry head after tussling with Sheeps and earlier Jay. Her ears prick to the crinos Fianna, and she chuffs.

Sheeps sleeps in a pile of hay. Only a yellow tail sticks out from it. Are you planning to stay in your warform all night as well? comes the raggie lupus' inquiry. She lies right next to the haypile, face just a few inches away from the yellow tail.

Brown Man-Wolf gets on his knees and begins closes his eyes. He begins to concintrate hard once again. He begins to growl lowly as the pain mixed with a tingling sensation begins to wave through his changing body. After a few short moments of painful sounding bone cracking and flesh reshaping into new flesh, the transformation completes and Christopher opens his eyes and blinks them a few times. Breathing heavily he stands to his feet once again, apparently it took a lot out of him. "Well.... It wasn't so bad this time. Not like yesterday." He then looks up suddenly and realizes that he is naked. "Yikes!" Rushes over to his clothes and uses them to cover his private areas. "Ummmmmmm." He blushes softly as he begins backing off towards a pile of hay.

The wolfdog gnawer politely looks away, waiting for the Fianna to change back into his clothes.

The pile of hay rustles. A sleepy puppy head pokes out.

After a few moments, Christopher puts back on his clothes and steps out from beind the haystack. "Sorry. I forgot about that." He grins nevrously then looks over to the Wolfdog Gnawer. "I don't know what came over me. It's like my wolf part of me took over for some reason."

Three-Blades licks the puppyhead as it pokes out. Good evening, Sunshine. She whurfles in laughter, and blinks briefly as a stick of hay catches in her throat before she swallows it down.

Sheeps blinks. He rustles in the hay pile, then crawls out on his belly, sleepy, flopping down beside the Ragabash. He yaaaaaaawns.

Christopher walks over to Three-Blades and Sheeps, grinning slightly. "Awww. Are you just cute." He smirks slightly and folds his arms.

Three-Blades growls lowly before standing up on her paws, her muzzle crinkling into a fang-filled grin. Cute enough to rip you a nice hole in your leg before you know what happens.

Sheeps would do a thing like that?

Christopher backs away slightly hearing the growl.

Sheeps drapes a paw over his muzzle like a melodramatic actor. He flops on his back, playing dead.

Three-Blades lowers her lips back over her fangs and shakes out her fur, sending small strands of hay fluttering down onto the floor. Her ears prick over towards Sheeps and she chuffs in laughter. In a blur, she shifts up to her breed form, fully clothed unlike the Fianna cub.

"So then you have no cub name yet, Christopher?" the Asian Gnawer says as she reaches down to scratch the yellow dog's head sticking out of the hay.

Christopher shakes his head. "I don't think so. Nope."

Sheeps half-crawls, half-trots to the haybales in the back, sniffing around lazily. He locates his battered old duffel bag, sniffing his cold nose over the raspy material. He shifts, stretching into the enormous Crinos form for a moment. He looks like a hell hound. Then he shrinks, returning to a homid shape. He yawns, unzipping the duffel bag, looking inside. He pulls on some jeans and a shirt, then pauses, half-digging in the bag. "Hey," he calls,"You guys want.. "-- he yawns a little -- "a candy bar?"

Christopher looks towards Sheeps. "Sure. What kind is it?"

Yi smiles and walks over the Nevada, looking down to see what sort of goodies he may have. "Christopher doesn't have a cub name yet. What sort of name do you think we should give him, Nevada?" she asks her fellow gnawer, turning her gaze back up at Christopher.

"Got some... Baby Ruth, Snickers, Milky way. What kind y'all like?" Nevada stretches, then looks up to Yi. He smiles. "Hmm, lemme tink on 'at. You got any ideas?"

Christopher follows behind Nevada also looking at the goodies that Nevada has. "I'll take a Milky Way."

Yi stoops down and peers into the contents of the duffel bag. Reaching in, she draws out a Butterfinger and thanks Nevada with a nod before standing back up. "No ideas yet. I've not known this cub long enough. Where are you from, Christopher?" She unwraps the candy bar quickly, and bites off a small bit of chocolatey, peanut-buttery bar.

Nevada fancily throws Chris a Milky Way. "Here yare."

Christopher catches it in his hand and opens up the wrapper. "Well, I was born and raised here in the State of Washington, however my parent's wern't. They were born in Scotland and came here as immigrants."

"Where are they now?" she asks around the sticky chocolate in her mouth, leaning against a support beam for the hayloft.

Christopher sighs as his eyes look towards the hay filled ground. "They're dead. I really don't want to talk about it."

Yi takes the cue to not go into that part into the cub's past. "Anything you like to do? Living in the farmhouse must be dull, if there is nothing to keep the mind busy."

Nevada changes the subject expertly. He has found a can of soda in his duffel bag, and opening it, finds his face and hair suddenly covered in foam.

Christopher nods and looks up. "Yeah. I wish I had my guitar so that I can play it. I used to do that as a hobby before my first change. I also liked to play video games. Mainly RPG's and Racing games on my PC and Playstation."

Yi covers her mouth quickly with her hand, stifling her laugh at Nev's foamy fuzziness. She carefully swallows the bit of candy bar in her mouth before clearing her throat softly. "So what do you do now?

Christopher sighs softly. "Nothing much I'm afraid. I just don't know what to do now that I don't have my guitar anymore. It looks like I need to get into new things. Perhaps a new hobby or something.

Nevada wipes his smirking face with his sleeve, then takes a sip of the small remainder of the can... most of it being in his hair. He plays it off cool. "So, Chris, can you sing? Yah?"

Christopher looks over to Nevada. "Well Yeah, kinda."

Yi chews upon a mouthful of candybar while she gazes at Chris, thinking of a name for the cub.

"Can ya sing something?" Nevada grins, looking up at him.

Christopher quirks an eyebrow. "Umm... well.. I don't know." He begins to get shy.

Nevada sets down his empty soda can, lifting up to sit on a bale of hay. He looks at Chris, grins sidelong, and starts to hum Auld Lang Syne.

Yi raises an eyebrow as she recognizes the song. She hums quietly along, gazing at the fianna cub.

Christopher grins and begins to sing the song hearing them both humming the song.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind? (etc etc etc. I don't want to spam._

Nevada lets his humming underscore the Fianna's ringing Galliard voice, smiling a glance at the Ragabash.

Yi shortly drops off the humming and gazes at the Fianna with an interested air, letting the cub sing and listening to the galliard's voice. She glances at Nevada, her eyebrow quirking upward as if asking the same question to solve the naming puzzle.

As Christopher Sings. You notice that he can seeing rather well. He may not become a superstar but, it's pretty good for a boy of his age.

Nevada softens his humming, quieting into silence as he listens to the other Galliard. He has his arms folded on his knees on the haybale, hands clasped together and brushing his lips.

Christopher finishes the song and grins towards Nevada. "Okay. So I can sing. I guess all of those songs I have sung with my mom had paid off. Those were one of them that she taught me.

Yi finishes her candybar as Chris finishes his song and brushes her hair back, away from her eyes. "Hmm... I am not a great namer..." her voice is thoughtful

Nevada holds up a hand for Christopher. High five?

Christopher slaps him a high five. "Yeah man!"

Nevada flashes a grin. "Aite."

Yi blinks at Nevada. Her eyebrow rises in query. "What?"

Christopher grins and looks over to Yi. "Well Yi. I certainly love Music. It's what I do best, so why not name me something that is Music Based?

Christopher stands back and looks to the both of them. "I listen to a variety of music.. well except for country and gangster rap. Country usually doesn't have any good voices and Rap talks about stupid shit.

Christopher grins. "As long as it sounds good and the lyrics make sense, I will listen to it."

Yi sits upon the ground and looks up at the fianna galliard with a curious eye. She is silent, still thinking with a quiet air, occassionally glancing at Nevada for perhaps, inspiration.

"Means like 'yeah'," Nevada explains to the Asian Gnawer. He smiles. "Hmm, let's see. Voice-of-Past. Strings-Singer. Chord." He cracks a grin. "Gets-Down-With-Bad-Self."

Christopher breaks out into laughter at Nevada's last comment. "Well... I like the name Strings-Singer."

"Strings-Singer." She grins, liking the sound of it in her head and coming off her tongue.

"Tell ya, what, Strings," Nevada says, suddenly conspiratorial. He glances over one shoulder, and then over the other, as if the haypiles were chocked full of spies. "I got a plan."

Christopher quirks an eyebrow and leans forward a bit. "What is it?"

Yi would be the only spy around, if no one else. She walks over and listens in with a curious light in her coffee brown eyes.

"I know where ta get a guitar," Nevada says. "A good one. Dere's dis shop downtown, goin outta business. I been lookin at it, yanno. Shop ain't nice like 'at otha one.. The High Note, but it good 'nough. I tink we could get our own cheap... " He smiles innocently. "/Real/ cheap. Yanno what I mean?" Mr. Grand Theft Auto has dimples.

Yi grins, equally knowing of what Nev means. She glances at Chris, curious to what his reaction would be to the proposed notion.

Christopher quirks an eyebrow recognizing that grin. "Umm... well I don't know. We can get into a lot of trouble if we steal you know, not only with the cops, but think of what the elders might do to us."

Yi shrugs and steps back from her leaning position, brushing off a few bits of dust from her pants. "Note-Striker. Hums-the-Tune. Howls-Like-Rockstars." She grins at the last one.

"Chris, ya a Fianna. You boys invented the word 'mischief.' I'm a Gnawa. Nuff said." Nevada grins. "Sides, place goin outta business. If dey don't sell dere stuff, dey suffa even mo financially. But if merchandise lost, dey get tax write-off f'it." His sly look wavers a little when he laughs at Yi's last suggestion.

Christopher smirks and looks towards Yi. "I already like the name String-Singer. How about that as my Cub name?"

Yi nods in approval. "It sounds good, Strings. Better than being Nameless," she smiles before looking at Nevada. "Does the music store, have other instruments?" Ms. Klepto also has dimples.

"Two ukeleles, one snare drum, some oboes, a baby grand piano, prolly some flutes, recordas. Swhat I can rememba." Nevada grins. "An a tuba."

[From afar, to the room, Nevada can just see: | Yi says "Tuba, what tuba, officer? I don't know what you're *braaaaagh* talking about n.n;;;"
Long distance to the room: Yi laughs! What are you talking 'bout? Baby Grand? Is that a candybar?
From afar, to the room, Nevada laughs and laughs.]

Christopher sighs. "Sorry to be Mr. Right you guys but I'd rather have the satisfaction of Owning my stuff rather than stealing them. I just feel better.

Nevada grins and gives him a playful punch in the shoulder. "No problem, man. Hey, Yi, I eva tell you bout the time I stole a golf cart?"

Yi nods again, shrugging slightly. "It is more right, that way perhaps," she notes, but still thinking about those flutes and recorders. "Golf cart?" her head tilts to one side. "No, you haven't told me of this. Is it a good story?" She grins.

Christopher looks towards the door of the barn. "Hey guys. Wana go inside the Farmhouse? I'm getting kind hungry."

"Cool wi' me. Gotta get 'at harmonica befo' I all f'get again," Nevada says.

Yi is used to having just meager portions for her meals, so the mention of more food perks her interest. "Lead the way," she chirps.

Christopher nods and begins to walk towards the door.

Nevada puts his empty soda can back in the duffel bag, burying it under some hay. Giving it a snug pat, he then strolls towards the door.

You pass through one of the doorways of the barn, out to the farm's barnyard.

Sliding the glass door open, you walk through into the dining room of the farmhouse.

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Nevada, Christopher, Eamon
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room Back Door

Eamon waves. "Hey there, 'sup?"

Yi closes the door quietly behind her as the other two enter first. She sees Eamon, a new face to her, and gives him a habitual bowing of her head as a greeting. "Hello."

Christopher shrugs. "Nothing Much, I just got through shifting practice with Yi and Nevada here." He guestures towards them as they enter into the Kitchen. "I'm going to get myself to eat then go upstairs to take a shower." He pulls up his shirt to his nose and sniffs lightly. "I smell like a barn."

Nevada waves to Eamon, offering a "Hey" as he crosses the kitchen, heading for the clothes hanging on the back of a chair. He pulls a harmonica out of the back pocket, and a cheap green plastic kazoo from the other. He grins, and tosses the kazoo to the Asian Gnawer.

Eamon nods. "Cool. What else've you been learning?"

Yi isn't expecting the green kazoo and it hits her briefly before tumbling towards the ground. Her hand shoots out and catches it and she gazes at the kazoo in a curious manner. Her gaze goes back to Eamon and she introduces herself. "Song Yi Ling, Cliath Ragabash of the Gnawers. It is nice to meet you." She bows her head quickly again.

Christopher chuckles. "Well I have been practicing my shifting. It's aufly painful, but I think the pain is going away with each shift... it's still painful tho."

Eamon grins at Yi. "Hey. Eamon Fitzpartick, Fianna ragabash."

Eamon nods. "Yeah, but you'll get used to it. Got all five forms down yet?"

Nevada laughs a little. "Aw, sorry Mulan," he says. "You eva played onna dese befo?" He sticks the harmonica in a back pocket.

In the front rooms, Matt leaves through the front door. You can hear the screen door swing shut again with a clatter.

Christopher raises an eyebrow. "Five forms? I thought there were three?"

Yi glances at the kazoo again. "No... I've seen these in that one large market around here. Ah, K-Mart I think. In the toys area." She sits down on a chair, turning the object over in her hand before looking up at Chris.

Eamon says "Well, homid, lupus and crinos are the three main forms. Then there's also glabro, which is sort of in between homid and crinos. Ever see those old black and white werewolf movies? Glabro is kinda like that. Then there's hispo, which is a huge wolf-shape, like a dire wolf. Dire wolves are prehistoric wolves about the size of a pony. Great big suckers. Hispo's the second strongest form, after crinos. Glabro's more powerful than homid, homid and lupus are about the same."

Christopher grins. "Wow. Mixed forms eh? I don't know if I am ready for doing those forms yet. I am stil having trouble with the two main forms Lupus and ummm.. Crinos.. yeah that's it." He grins slightly.

"Well ya doin good so far, Chris," Nevada says. "I mean, I'm sure 'at Strida cub thought dey was some transfamations!" He chuckles, remembering the look on her face.

Eamon says "Well, keep working at it. Be craeful in crinos, though, it's easy to lose control in that form, especially when the moon's full. Anybody teach you the Litany yet?"

Yi chuckles, remembering the Strider cub Sarafina. "She had very surprised look on her face." Her eyes flicker between the kazoo and the two Fiannas.

Christopher grins looking towards Nevada. "Aye. I know." He then looks back towards Eamon. "Aye. Tho' I think I might need a reminder. There is so many to learn and I'm afraid I have forgotten some of them. Can you re-teach me them rhya? Please?"

Eamon says "Sure thing. The first law is Garou shall not mate with other Garou. That's pretty self-explanatory. When two garou mate, the result is a metis. They're deformed garou, twisted by the Wyrm's curse."

Yi turns the kazoo over again, trying to figure it out while listening to Eamon teach the young cub. She's curious about how Garou here teach their cubs.

Christopher nods and sits down next to Eamon eagerly listening. "Aye. I know that one. That one is easy to remember."

Eamon says "Second law is: Combat the Wyrm Where it Dwells and Whenever it Breeds. Also pretty self-explanatory. It means don't sit around and wait 'til the Wyrm comes lookin' for you. Find where it lives and kill it." Christopher nods. "I will try my best rhya."

Christopher quirks an eyebrow as a thought comes to mind. "Just one thing tho rhya. What if the Wyrm beast is in a public place where people are. I can I shift to my Crinos form and battle it, or do I have to obey the veil in that situation also?"

Eamon nods. "Good. Okay, Respect the Territory of Another. This means don't go gallivaunting about on some pack's territory without permission. You want to hunt banes on a pack's territory, you ask first. Give a howl to whoever's around. You don't know if you're on someone's territory, you ask anyway."

"If it's there, out on the street in the daytime, the Veil has been shattered already, don't you think?" Yi's own rhetorical question comes out.

Christopher nods. "Good point. Please continue rhya."

Eamon says "Well, that's a pretty rare situation, but in that case, yeah, if some huge bane is manifested in the middle of the city, most people will vacate the premises pronto. Also, when you shift to the warform, most people have this defense mechanism, we call it the Delirium. When they see us in crinos, they panic and run away. Later, they don't remember what they saw. They'll think it was a wild animal attack or somethin'. It's leftover from the days way back when when we used to kill humans to keep their population in check. That usually keeps the Veil in one piece. That doesn't give you carte blanche to shift in the city, though. You do not shift in front of people unless it is absolutely, positively necessary. Who knows, some bozo might snap pictures or video and it'll be all over the front page or the evening news. Pretty soon the government's got it, and we're history. Got it?"

Christopher blinks his eyes in thought. "Got it. It's no wonder why they fear us so much."

In the front rooms, Aidan chuckles as he comes down the stairs behind Megan. "Yeah? What do you think so far? You think I'm gonna make it off the bench this season, coach?"

Nevada grins at the Asian Gnawer, leaning back on the counter. "What, y'aint gonna try out the kazoo? Let's hear some music appreciation, Mulan."

Yi glances up at the galliard gnawer, rather puzzled by the kazoo. "How does it work?" She glances at the two openings, and decides perhaps it's the smaller end that goes into the mouth. Assuming this, she tries it out, and blows softly as she would a flute of sorts. Nothing but air.

Nevada chuckles lightly. "Ya gotta put a buzz on it. Put it in ya mouth, say bzzzzzt. If it sound dumb, it worked."

In the front rooms, Megan looks towards the back of the house at the sound of voices, but heads towards the front door, grinning at Aidan. "I think you've made the team. I can't call you 'kid', though. You're my age, aren't you?"

Christopher looks over to Yi and Nevada and watches them for a few moments. Then a grin forms on his face while he watches them.

Yi's eyes glance towards the front briefly, before returning to the kazoo. She tries the kazoo again, and 'bzzzzzts' into the instrument. The kazoo makes its classic buzz sound, middle C.

Christopher smirks hearing it and chuckles.

In the front rooms, Aidan continues after Megan. "Something close to it, anyway. 'course, Mom always says it's not nice to ask a lady's age."

Nevada grins, and gives golf applause. "Well, dere ya go. You do music, Mulan?"

In the front rooms, Megan opens the front door, and says with a hint of pride, "Twenty-three, twenty-four in May. I have no problem admitting my age. I'm proud that I've lasted this long."

Yi laughs embarassedly, placing a hand behind her head. "Iya...well... not really. Sifu did teach me how to play a few songs on bamboo flutes, but that is in the past."

Christopher looks towards of living room hearing voices and decides to go out and see who it is.

In the front rooms, Christopher walks into the Living room and grins slightly seeing Megan. "Heya Megan-rhya. How are you?"

"Bamboo flutes? Ah? Can ya play a gong?" the Gnawer cub grins, and stretches. "I think I'm gonna head back to the Church. Got some Mickey Dee's layin around, 'at Jay's probably all gobbled up by now. Dat pig, I tellya. He will eat anythin."

In the front rooms, Aidan grins. "Then that puts me in the ballpark. I hit the big two-four myself next month. Not, you know, that it counts for much in the workaday world, but it's better than fourteen was."

Yi chuckles. "I think I can hit a gong pretty well," she replies, slipping the kazoo into her pocket. She waves to Nevada. "I'll see you again."

Nevada scoops up his extra clothes off the back of the kitchen chair, pushes it in, then heads on out with them slung over a shoulder. "Seeya, Mulan. Don't be too Ragabash on Gets-Down, now." He winks, then heads out the door.

Nevada slides open the door in the kitchen, passing through into the back yard. Nevada has left.

In the front rooms, Christopher looks towards the kitchen and shouts. "I heard that!"

Yi laughs at Nevada's parting words, and gets up to head to the front rooms.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes. The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Christopher, Aidan, Megan
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs

Megan glances over from Aidan as Christopher arrives, nodding her head to him in greeting. "Hey, kid." She apparently has no problem calling the cub that. She looks back at the cop, and says, "I think you're up to bat at the very least. Drive safe, back to town."

Aidan glances over his shoulder and favors Christopher with a smile, before he nods, and steps through the door. He turns back while the screen's still open, and promises, "I always drive safe. I'll talk to you soon." Then he's gone.

Aidan leaves through the front door. You can hear the screen door swing shut again with a clatter. Aidan has left.

Megan closes the door behind Aidan, then turns to look back, noticing Yi. She must have been oblivious, because she turns mildly confused/suspicious, and says, "Hello. I don't know if we met. Megan Kaftan."

Yi bows her head slightly to Megan, her cultured habit of greeting unshakable. "Song Yi Ling," she says in an accented English of those just arrived from the Orient. "Nice to meet you, Megan Kaftan."

"Ah, right!" Megan exclaims, remembering. "The Moot, I remember you. Megan Kaftan, also called Firewatcher, philodox of the Fianna. I'm sorry, I just get a little paranoid sometimes. We have a lot of strangers go through here, and some people aren't the smartest about who they bring in. You settling in okay?"

Yi smiles, giving her full introduction. "Song Yi Ling, Three-Blades to Gaia's children. Cliath ragabash of the Bone Gnawers. Originally from the Sept of Rat's Tail in Hong Kong. Yes, the settling is well. This city is nothing like I could imagine."

Megan tilts her head. "Bone Gnawer, eh? Have you given chiminage yet?"

Yi glances down at the floor, brushing a hand through her hair a bit nervously. "I am not sure. I scouted the sewers with Jay, One-Rage-in-Shadows. It was my chiminage, but I am not sure if Elan-rhya will accept it fully. I have not met him since the day he approved the scouting as chiminage.

Megan's eyes narrow before she nods. "Good, I'm glad to see that's getting taken care of. Well, if you haven't agreed to join a pack already, keep mine in mind, maybe. I'm hoping to get a Bone Gnawer to join." She flashes a grin, then says, "I need to head up to bed. Early morning tomorrow. Make sure to close up when you leave?"

Christopher walks out into the Living room area and smile seeing Megan. "Greetings Megan-rhya.

Yi smiles and bows her head again gratefully for the invitation. "I am honored to receive the invitation," she thanks the fostern. "Good night. I will be sure to close the door when I leave."

Megan nods again to the cub, then waves to both. "Good night," she says then mounts the stairs towards her room.

Megan mounts the stairs, pausing briefly at the landing before continuing up to the second floor. Megan has left.

Yi heads over to the door, opening it with a quiet creak. She turns around and waves, then steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind her.

You step through the front door, letting the screen door swing shut behind you.