Adam is sitting on the back porch, drinking idly from a plastic water bottle.

Yi is a few steps in front of Quincy, her eyes checking around for a particular Garou. A smile brightens her face with reassurance when she spots Adam and waves to him. "Hey!"

Quincy walks with arms held loosely at his sides, with a complacent look on his face. He calmly looks about him, then tilts his head, following Yi's gaze.

Adam's attention is caught as he is called out to. Putting the bottle down, he stands up. "Ms. Song," he says quietly, nodding his head in respect. "How does tonight find you?" He does wait for an answer as his eyes slide to the side, taking a good look at the young man in blue jeans she is walking in with.

Quincy feeling more than really seeing the other man's scrutiny, he folds his hands before him, rocking back on his heels.

Yi ducks her head, then runs a hand through her hair. "Please, just 'Yi' is fine," she replies. "I am well. This, is Quincy." Her eyes flicker between the two, letting the men introduce themselves formally instead.

[Quincy's Desc]
Normally, Quincy wears nondescript clothing; a white shirt and blue jeans is usually enough for him. He wears cheap, but well kept tennis shoes. He keeps his black curly hair short; he is clean-shaven. Although he is a Black man, he does not sound it. He breaks just about every stereotype about Blacks there is to break. He stands at five feet, nine inches. His average looks will launch no ships. He is soft-spoken and reserved, usually with his head in some book or another.

Adam looks over to the Bone Gnawer as she introduces the man, after giving Quincy a smile in greeting. He remembers hearing of this. "Is this the man you spoke to me of some time ago?" At this moment, he sniffs, curious.

Adam pages to the room: Sense Wyrm. :)

Yi nods, for a moment her jaw tenses in reflexive self-judgement. Her eyes flicker from man to man, her body stepping a pace aside so the two can have an ample area for introductions or otherwise.

Quincy speaks first, probably against his better judgment, softly. "Good evening, sir. I hope everything is all right for you tonight."

Adam takes a deep breath, sniffing the air again before he speaks. "It is, good sir," he says, smiling, and tries to be casual.

Adam pages to the room: Scent of the True Form. :)

From afar, to the room, Adam has SotF and Truth as Auspice Gifts. Sense Wyrm is from my pack totem. I'm a walking Tricorder. :)

Yi smirks a bit, with the formality in the air. "Come on, I know this is not a business meeting... at least give some first names, you know?" The Gnawer chuckles. "Next thing I know, you two will be bowing to each other and exchanging business cards."

Quincy chuckles, unable to help himself. She put the image of that in his mind and, well, he had to admit, it was a humorous one.

"I believe that's another City Tribe, Yi," Adam quips, letting his sense of humor show through, before turning back to Quincy. "Adam Bowden, Dies-for-Others," he says, by way of beginning. "Cliath Philodox with the Children of Gaia, Groundskeeper of the Sept of the Hidden Walk, Guardian in good standing, beta of the Guardian pack Vigilant Rampart, Child of Wyvern." He smiles. "And yourself?"

Adam pages to the room: How turns on Truth of Gaia. If anyone lies, page me. Otherwise, i assume the truth. :)

Yi grins like only a ragabash can, finding an available section of the back porch to lean up against. "Not just one," Yi grins and looks over at Quincy for his intro.

Quincy seems rather impressed by the fellow's titles but mostly by his name. He decided that was a most interesting name for a living Garou to have. He returned with his own. "Quincy West, Silent-Thoughts-of-Gaia, cliath Theurge of the Children of Gaia."

Long distance to the room: Yi watches the text completely cover Adam's business card leaving little room for a teeny graphic.

Adam smiles broadly. "Well met," he says. "Please, sit down," he explains. "I know it's not the shortest walk to this place, and both of you must be tired. You can tell me about yourself, in the meantime."

From afar, to the room, Adam snorts.

Yi crosses her hands behind her head, pleased that Quincy's received a stamp of approval. Then a thought comes to her and she pushes off the porch a moment. "I'll get some water. Want a drink, Quincy?"

Quincy looks up to Yi with a broadened smile. "No thank you." He does take the offered seat, though, resting his hands in lap. "What would you like to know?"

Adam is standing, facing the steps where Quincy is seated, chatting with him. "Well, we can start gently," he explains. "Where do you hail from?"

Yi nods again, disappearing up the steps briefly to go into the farmhouse kitchen and retrieve some water bottles. After a minute or two she returns, with two bottles in hand regardless of Quincy's refusal. She sets one beside him and a smile and returns to her leaning spot.

Quincy leans back in the chair, relaxing. "I was born in New Jersey, but moved to Oregon, where I've spent most of my life."

Somewhere down the lane someone's singing, her voice high and clear, her shoes crunching gravel as she walks along beneath the night and stars. "I'm feelin' the tides of time-- movin' on on my senses now-- I'm feelin th'tides of time, pull me in, pull me out--" A cheery song, and the girl's got the voice to carry it along, tumbling like a shell in the waves. She's quite the odd creature though, skinny legs and a giant black coat, a mane of curly, sandy hair atop. It's Anneka, smiling, and gosh is it obvious that her moon is weighing hard on her shoulders.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (46% full).

Yi looks up from around her water bottle, and tilts her head slightly. She waves to the cub, gesturing her over.

Anneka's got big green eyes, and they grow wider when they catch sight of a certain 'Gnawer. She grins and picks her pace up. "Yi, hi!"

Kit wanders into the farmyard casually, whistling as she goes. She spots the gathering and heads in the direction, wondering who all the new faces are.

Yi waits until Anneka nears, then offers her water bottle after wiping it off properly with a napkin taken from one of her vest pockets. "How are you tonight?" she asks, glancing up towards the moon before turning her head towards more whistling.

Adam is in a quiet, but intese conversation with Quincy, but does give a nod to each of the female Halfmoons as they arrive.

Anneka's been walking, probably for a long while given that there are damp curls of hair at her brow, and there's a certain wild edge to her cheery green eyes. She grins and reaches to take the bottle, her fingers smudged and bruised along the knuckles. "Thanks, Yi. I'm really cool. I've been--" She glances off towards strange faces and catches herself. "Out walkin'."

Yi eyes the bruises but lets that slide from any audible comment with a deflecting smile. "Oh hey," she says with a start in realizing there's another face around she doesn't know. Her eyes go up towards Adam and Quincy, waiting for perhaps a bit of a lull in their conversation for more introductions.

Kit nods to Adam as she saunter over, smiling slightly. She gives Anneka and Yi the once over before heading to the Coggie. "Long time no see," she says quietly in greeting. "How's the world been?"

Adam, speaking with the man sitting on the steps, pauses and gives a reply. "As much as can be expected," he answers. "Yourself?"

Kit bares her teeth slightly at the question in distaste. "As much as can be expected," she says darkly. She sighs as she crouches down next to the steps. "Megan still in charge of the farmhouse?"

Adam nods slowly to answer the question. "Yes," he answers. "Her and her pack watch over the place often."

Anneka draws her other hand through her tangled, curly hair as she drinks, the knuckles on that one in a similar state of disrepair, dark against pale fingers. She glances to the woman with the interesting hair, then back to Yi. The bottle lowers and the cub grins, her voice quieter. "Wuf. Thanks 'gain."

Yi looks from cub to Adam, then back to cub. She leans in and says softly, "You met Adam?" Her eyes stray back to the Fury and Coggies.

Kit sighs as she takes a seat, leaning back on her arms. "I should probably get checked out then. I don't want her pissed at me," she comments half to herself as she scans the area. "Don't suppose anyone who has sense wyrm is nearby," seh asks hopefully.

Adam nods quietly. "Yes," he says, in answer to both questions. "Kit and I were cubs around the same time," he explains to the Gnawer, sniffing the air.

Adam pages to the room: Sense Wyrm.

Anneka glances at Quincy and Adam, then shakes her head slowly. Her mouth opens, though the thought's derailed as she looks over to Kit again. A certain word may have caught her attention.

Yi glances up over at Kit as well, brow arching slightly as she checks from Fury to Coggie philodox. "You ran into some...trouble?"

Kit smiles slightly, glad to be getting this out of the way. She clicks the toes of her boots together idely, creating a fairly loud clacking noise. "Don't suppose you'd be obliged to check me out so I can visit the Caern later would you?"

Yi looks thoughtful at Kit, before turning to Anneka. "Well, a Garou right here, one of the best halfmoons to come to should you have those types of questions. I hope Adam doesn't mind, helping the Gnawers since our only other philodox is hard to catch." Her grin is deliberately sneaky.

Adam gets Quincy settles in, and explains to the rest. "Kit has no Taint, but we'll have to discuss the rest later, as I have patrols."

As the 'coulda have been a supermodel' Adam goes off on his rounds, leaving behind a barnyard full of teenaged woman, in strolls a much more homely, and overweight, man to fill the void.

Kit lounges on the steps and retrieves one of her throwing knives from her boot. She trims her nails idley, feeling the edge like she always does when she's bored. "So what's happening fellow furry folk," she asks with a grin.

Yi looks up at the man strolling in, then acts nonchalant as she answers Kit's question, watching the throwing knife. "I don't think I know you," she replies plainly, though amiably.

Reggie wipes his brow, as he huffs, out of breath from the walk it took to walk around the house into the barnyard, and he performs a body count of people playing with knives and of people without knives, then directs his question towards an example of the latter. "Yo!", he calls, "You know your way around a tire jack?"

Yi looks just about to offer her introduction to Kit when the voice catches her attention. She knows that voice. Her eyes squint slightly, and sure enough she recognizes the face and body too. "Car trouble, Reggie?"

Anneka twirls the top onto the water bottle and tucks it into one of her coat's huge pockets. By the time she's looked up, Adam has already slipped away into the forest. She blinks, smiles, then finds a spot to lean, near Yi. She glances to Reggie, then back to the woman with interesting hair. She has the looks of someone who keeps getting distracted when she's just about to say something, when she looks back over her shoulder at Reggie again. Despite all of the enormously attractive Philodox and decidedly the opposite as far as Uktena are concerned, the one thing that seems to interest the cub at all is Kit's hair.

[Kit's Desc]
Kit's changed a bit since her journey it seems. She still smiles often even though it seems forced every now and then and her eyes smolder quietly when she gets irritated. Her hair has been dyed in the same manner since her Rite though. A wavy untrimmed lock hangs down either side of her face from her temples to just below her chin. The last inch of the hair is died an ivory white, setting a deep contrast between her dark black hair, which falls down her back in a tail wrapped with small sections of leather cord. The style of black on white is further continued by her fair skin, and her dark brown eyes. She's in good shape, like she runs or swims often, around 5'8", and she ends up being quite attractive, with a well toned stomach and a fairly ample bosom. She's changed her apparel as well since her return. A pair of black steel toed combat boots cover her feet and snake up into the shadows of her gray cargo pants. For a top she now wears a snug and simple white tank top. (App:4)

Kit smirks at Reggie and Yi in turn as she pauses to flip the small knife once as a from of fidgeting. "I'm Kit. Cliath Phildox of the Black Furies. Little-Cat," she says to all the others in general.

Reggie's forehead screws into several wrinkles, and he snaps at Yi as if she was the culprit, "Some bastard dropped a load of nailed boards, and I picked up one in a tire. If I find him, I'm hammering it straight into his skull."

Anneka looks back as Kit catches her attention again. There's a hint of a smile in her eyes. "Hi. I'm Anneka, Philodox Cub of the Bone Gnawers."

Yi clucks softly, looking up at Kit and nodding to her introduction. "Song Yi Ling, just Yi for short. Three-Blades, to the others. Cliath ragabash of the Bone Gnawers, packed with Salmon's Leap." Her eyes turn back to Reggie. "What brought you out this way, so far from the city? I'll help you out, if you need to fix your car." She pushes off the porch and stands straighter than normal, eyes gazing at the Uktena for his answer.

Kit smiles warmly at Anneka. "Hey Anneka. A pleasure to meet you," she says with an extened hand in greeting. "What're you guys doing out and about at the farmhouse? Come to visit the Caern?"

Reggie glances aside at the other two as they give their introductions, and he nods in an almost automatic manner, then with a slight frown at Anneka, he inquires, "Didn't I see you before?", then to Yi, without waiting for the answer, "No, it's my rig. I was on my way back from back East. Three thousand miles out there to pull down a fence and throw rocks at pigs, and three thousand miles back and this happens." He pats his pockets. "Damn, I need a smoke. I need--", and he flinches out a cigarette from a crumpled pack, and lights it, then offers the pack to the others in a gesture of making them an offer.

Anneka grins and sticks a hand out, bruised knuckles and all, and pale against Kit's darker skin. "Just walkin' under th'moon," the cub says, smiling more. "You have cool hair," she adds, after a moment's pause. A guileless one, this cub. She glances off to Reggie, nods. "You did. Hi, Reggie." The cigarettes get a subtle shake of the head, though the girl looks apologetic. "Thanks, though."

Yi holds up her hand in decline to the cigarette offer, then looks back over at Anneka and Kit. "Was just introducing Quincy to the sept. Another member-to-be, I suppose." Her eyes go back to Reggie. "So, need help?"

Reggie tucks away the pack in a back pocket, and he inquires "Who's Quincy, and--", his voice dark, "Was he on Highway 17 in a pickup truck spilling ripped-down boards with nails still in them?"

Kit shakes Anneka's hand softly as she smiles warmly back. "Thanks," she replies to the compliment. "You ever thought about dyeing your hair Anneka? It's pretty easy," she adds in a friendly manner.

Yi shakes her head in answer to Reggie. "No. He and I walked here." Mention of dyeing hair gives the nomoon a small thought about a certain other Gnawer cub, then she shrugs a bit.

Reggie decides that information's sufficient to release Quincy of suspicion, and he leaves the topic for several fast puffs on his cigarette, "Right. I need a hand to steady the rig while I get the tire off. I'll go patch it here."

Yi nods, and looks over at Anneka. "I'll go help him out with his 'rig'. You'll be alright here?"

Still mumbling, Reggie disappears back down the lane with whoever assists him with the rig.

Anneka blinks twince and grins at Kit, draws a hand through her sandy, curly hair. "Nope. Guess I've always liked it the way it was." She glances over to Yi and perks up a bit. "I'll help, too!"

Kit shrugs and smiles as she watches the young cub scamper off. "Later Anneka. I'll see you around," she calls after the Gnawer.

Yi pauses in her walk and smiles at the cub. "Well, c'mon then. Don't think Reggie will mind too much." She waves to Kit. "Nice meeting you!" Her footsteps then pick up again, heading after the Uktena.

Anneka grins and waves to the Fury with the interesting hair, as she darts off after Yi. "I'll be around!"