By the waterfall, Jamethon looks from the sky where he stands next to his pack-mate hopeful, Jarred and scans his eyes towards the approaching figure.

In the windiest area, Piotr goes home.

By the waterfall, Sepdet gives the pair a quiet nod of greeting, weighing something thoughtfully that's cupped in the palm of her hand. After a moment she tosses the pebble over her shoulder and strides purposefully towards the center.

By the waterfall, Sepdet heads into the center.

You walk southeast, back toward the center and heart of the Walk.

Center of the Caern
This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark soil and clay throughout, though much of it looks like it's been sodded in recent months. Near the center of the clearing, the top of a large white boulder juts out from the soil like a bone revealed after the skin of an animal has been torn away. The large rock appears to be normal stone at its base, but towards the top stone gives way to a sparkling collection of quartz crystal.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.
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Sepdet
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Rock Slab Windy Spot WaterFall Steam Vents

By the waterfall, Jamethon looks towards Three-Blades and then Sepdet. He appears quite suprised to spot the Strider elder and seems about to say something, but stays his tongue when he notices how... purposeful... she seems.

Three-Blades was merely taking a break from all the city situations, taking the time to travel up to the caern and have a little quiet time with the forests and waterfall. At Sepdet's appearance, she perks her ears towards the Strider and chuffs a greeting.

Sepdet crouches down by the Bone Gnawer. ~Well,~ she says in a low voice. ~I did not expect to find you here. Then again, I did not expect to find me away.~

By the waterfall, As others have their attention upon Sepdet or elsewhere, Lion's-Roar makes a rather undignified entry into the Caern, pushed out of the Umbra several feet above the pool snarling and tearing at nothing as he falls through and on into the water.

Three-Blades gives the Strider elder a small lick. This one ends up in places some don't normally find Gnawers in. She opens her jaws partly in a lupine smile. One wondered where the elder of Striders holed herself in on the island.

Sepdet ducks her eyes. ~The elder of the Striders was called to duty, and--~ she starts at the snarl and splash, hands curling into claw-shapes as she glances back towards the pool. The corner of her mouth tips up as she locates the source. ~Get,~ she mutters, shaking her head.

By the waterfall, Jamethon glances over at the Waterfall quickly enough at all the noise and simply raises an eyebrow. From within the mist this late at night it's hard for him to tell exactly what just happened.

Three-Blades cants her ears to either side as snarling and splashing break the steady booming rhythm of the falls. She rises to her paws and tilts her head curiously before rubbing softly against Sepdet's leg sympathetically.

Sepdet sets her hand on Yi's head quietly, still peering through the spray as if checking for danger. ~Has another pack found you, friend?~

Three-Blades rumbles softly, ears flickering from side to side as she glances up at the Strider. No pack so far. This one had hopes to run with the Strider who asked before One-Rage passed on. Her ears tilt back slightly, mentioning One-Rage setting a dull ache that rose every time.

Sepdet exhales and strokes the Gnawer's fur lightly. ~You honor me. I'm afraid it may not be the last time journeys take me, but I will make up for lost time when I'm here. In fact, I spoke last night with Duane about our first mission.~

By the waterfall, Lion's-Roar pulls himself out of the water, then gives himself a good shake to dry out, before peering up at the spot he had passed through from the other side. ~Son of a bitch I swear I am gonna shove your head up your own ass when this is done.~ He then straightens up and peers at Jamethon as though he where the one that just came out of thin air. ~What?~ he almost barks.

Three-Blades doesn't catch a lot of Lion's-Roar's words, though maybe she is purposely ignoring it. Nonetheless, she tilts her ear off to a side and glances up at the Strider. Would not the first task be a journey for a pack totem?

By the waterfall, Jamethon seems a bit confused at all this but can only think of spirit play involved either. Or an over-acheving raggie with too much power. "Something you need?" he just aska again, a little louder this time.

Sepdet purses her lips. ~Perhaps so, although someonetimes one needs to work together first before trying to convince a Totem you can do so. The alpha asked me to help in clearing a blight in the city, some banes, as soon as possible. Apparently it still needs doing.~

By the waterfall, Lion's-Roar narrows his eyes at the other Get, just something he does when he's pissy in general. ~A few days away from Wolverine. Sleep. Cold beer. And a good grudge fuck that no one here can offer.~ He peers back up at the spot and just growls.

It's probably just as well the Strider can't make out all of Owen's complaints, although the distracted frown settling onto her face suggests she's caught at least a few words.

Three-Blades lowers back down onto her haunches and scratches at the back of her head with her hindpaw. Fishbait to be cleaned from the underground. This one had thought of announcing for help at the moot seven suns from now. The newmoon yawns softly, a quiet whine unheard over the waterfall's roar emanating from her. Need scouts, crescents, fighters. And luck.

By the waterfall, Jamethon doesn't smirk, but it is clear that he would be if he didn't respect the man before him as much as he does. "The cold beer is close at least. I dropped off two 12 packs in the farmhouse's fridge. The time away from Little Bear, well... I don't know what this is all about, so I'll just make my leave. Good night Owen," he says all this to the hispo, standing tall, firm, but calmly. "Lemme know if you ever wanna talk," is the last thing he says before bowing his head and turning to leave the caern.

Sepdet sobers. ~I remember how the last attempt went. We'll need even more firepower to try again, but you're right. It's waited too long.~

By the waterfall, Lion's-Roar raises his head a bit at the mention of beer, but just growlfs at Jamethon as he turns to leave. ~I will be around for a time to heal. I am sure you can find me.~ He gives the others in the Caern a look, the metis gettin the shortest, before deciding he isn't needed here just now and so turns to go as well.

Three-Blades licks the waterspray from her muzzle, agreeing with the Strider wholeheartedly. This one feels the need to fight the Wyrm once more, scout its den in the underground and strike in darkness at its throat. Still, easier said than done. She glances once towards the falls, briefly out of curiosity then turning back to Sepdet.

By the waterfall, Jamethon simply nods over his shoulder at his ragey tribe-mate's words and continues off in the direction of the farmhouse. Long distance to Blooms-Pain: Three-Blades sniggers... born when he was 2 yrs old...

Sepdet's stance relaxes perceptibly as the Get storm off. ~I also. But without more deaths, if it can be helped,~ she murmurs tightly. By the waterfall, Lion's-Roar starts along the trail up to the rim of the valley.

By the waterfall, Jamethon starts along the trail up to the rim of the valley.

Three-Blades rumbles softly, definitely there on that issue. This time, perhaps, we would have spirit help. She gazes up at the Strider theurge with a raised eyeridge. Our preparation was not complete before we trotted in. Her tail twitches slightly before curling around her forepaws to keep them warmer. But the family always said third time was lucky.

Sepdet smiles faintly. ~I remember hearing that. We'll see. I must think about what sorts of spirits could help.~ She passes a hand over her eyes. ~Is there any other news I should know? How goes it in the city?~

Three-Blades' tailtip twitches with thought as she runs through what has happened in the city. New cub in the family, full moon. She flattens her ears slightly, thinking of the scene the cub caused today at the park. This one cubnamed him Acts-Without-Thinking. This one also thinks the cub was meant for a new moon, but that would be disgracing this one's auspice. She growls lowly, making it obvious of her annoyance at the cub, for many reasons. The Gnawer den's entrance needs restoration... she dips her head slightly at this, embarrassed partly because it was her fault. But nothing from the Wyrm. This one thinks it has been...too quiet.

Sepdet smiles worriedly at the first few tidbits of news, but cuffs her lightly at the last comment. ~You're starting to sound like me,~ she growls. ~Always looking for clouds to cross the moon. I know I don't always remember, but it's best to say: 'Gaia's had a moon or two to heal, for once.'~

Three-Blades yips softly at the cuff, more for show than actual hurt. Point taken. She leans up against the Strider's leg, simply listening to the sounds of the night and the waterfall. It would be best if Gaia had more than just one or two moons. Her muzzle sniffs the air, glad it is free of those pesky city scents. Does the island fare well? This one remembers the bear spirit from the rite moons ago. Her amber gaze, darkened by nightfall, searches around Sepdet's features.

Sepdet's face relaxes. ~It is quiet in the cold, and the water's all but frozen. The Crows of Winter have made the umbra a prickly place to be, just now. But that's all right. It's part of the cycle. The Bear Spirit is hibernating; we will not see her again until spring.~

It must take much to sleep in the cold alone, Three-Blades notes. This one would try to live a wolf's life in the Wendigo territory on the mountains. Soulcatcher-rhya allowed this one free passage through the mountain forests, but this one still has cubs to watch, as well as duties. Her ears flicker back a little disappointedly, only to spring up with a little hope. Perhaps the words will still hold once the cubs have been Rited.

Sepdet's eyes dart away yearningly at Soulcatcher's name. ~His words will hold unless you do something to make him repent. I need to see him. And your cubs! I remember one whose name is Trouble, but I will have to discover your poor Walks-Without-a-Clue and see whether he cane be trained.~

Three-Blades snorts, humored by the name Sepdet gives. Walks-Without-A-Clue. The cub is the same. Acts-Without-Thinking, Just-Doesn't-Think, Trouble, all would be his cubnames, as it is all he is. That cub causes this one's fur to rise. And so it does, as Blades' hackles just involuntarily bristle halfway at the mere thought of what sort of scenes he's put her through. But the rememberance of Chaser's very sobering chastizing of the cub gives her some pleasure and brings her mind back on track. Your search for Soulcatcher, Blades continues to change the path of their talk, would take you to the Wendigo territories.

Sepdet nods. ~I haven't come up there, yet. I don't want to find it empty. Have you seen him? His human? They are all I claim as family, now.~

Three-Blades swishes her tail side to side, dipping her head with a rather human like nod. This one saw Soulcatcher-rhya one sun ago. Ate firewarmed rabbit with him. She licks her chops slightly, the taste fresh in her mind. He is well.

Sepdet smiles. ~Then all is as well as it can be. Speaking of sun...~ she glances southward. ~I borrowed some light spirits to help us with a recent hunt during moon-dark. In return for their aid, I promised to follow the example of "Amateratsu" and her priestess, and dance for the sunrise. I am doing this at dawn, before the cave on the island, until the spring. Come by some morning, if you will.~

Sepdet pages: Which we'd have to RP timewarped, of course, because there's no way -this- player is getting up at dawn.

Long distance to Sepdet: Three-Blades chuckles. ;) But of course.

Three-Blades rumbles quietly. This one will travel to the island again, some time when this one's paws yearn for the feeling of water in fur. She whuffles softly, a lupine chuckle.

Sepdet chuckles. ~Robin bought me a small boat. I will come if I hear a howl I know.~

Three-Blades licks the Strider's fingers gratefully. This one will remember about howling, though may run in the water anyway. She wiggles at the thought of swimming, something you just can't do in the Columbia. Checking the sky, Three-Blades rises back up to her paws and rumbles softly. This one should return to the Scab soon. Her tail swishes about, brushing against her hindlegs with a rustle. Would you be attending the moot?

Sepdet glances up at the sky again with a start, scanning for the moon. Her brows draw together. ~Yes,~ she says with a feral smile. ~The alpha forgot my challenge. He shall not make that mistake a second time.~

Three-Blades quirks her head, not thinking the Alpha could forget a challenge as such. You challenge the Alpha for ~Adren~? The newmoon cliath is impressed, mentally boosting Sepdet to a level that is among the stars in respect.

Sepdet folds her arms. ~Well, I've been Fostern longer than most of the folk of this sept have been Garou. I think the human expression is "about time". And the Garou is: by tooth and claw, I shall call down every ice spirit I know and freeze your balls to your nose if you do not admit the truth we both know.~

Three-Blades lolls her tongue in an open expression of humor. That would get the Alpha's attention, truly. She licks some more water from her muzzle, then checks up towards the stars. This one should be trotting back. Her short exhalation of air sounds quite like a sigh, if nothing else.

Sepdet gives her back a final pat. ~And I to my Lady. Go well, friend, and goodnight.~

Three-Blades chuffs in departure, and bounds off into the darkness, slipping out of the caern easily in the wolf's form.