Three-Blades lopes on light paws into the center of the caern, thinking there must be some Garou she could find here to spread word about the plans of sewer battle.

Allie is seated on the cold ground of the caern center, fingers idly making haphazard designs in the dirt. Her head jerks up as she catches sight of Three-Blades; the Strider grins. "Hey."

Three-Blades sniffs, finding the Strider's scent, and bounds over with a greetings bark. Her furry head comes up beside her and brushes against Allie's arm before the Gnawer sits. Hello hello. Good sun today.

Allie smiles and moves a hand to scritch at Three-Blades; she's bundled up comfortably in a heavy jacket. "What's up, Good-Sun?" she says, and giggles slightly. "I'm gonna call you that, now, y' know."

Three-Blades blinks with puzzled look in her eyes, not understanding how Allie got that, but the name is taken well despite the confusion. This one meant the sky is well. Some clouds, warm sun. No rain. She rumbles a bit and leans into the scritch.

Allie grins. "I just thought it'd be cute. So, whatever. What's going on?" She continues scritching the top of the Gnawer's head.

Three-Blades whuffles, flickering her ears under Allie's hand. This one has met with Defiant-Storm, alpha of the Get. Called to the Garou at moot, about the Scab blight below ground. Searching for others to help. Scouts, crescents, and any able fighter. Her eyes blink a few times, as she regards the Strider. It is this one's home, the Scab. Need to make it safe. Also thought it would be useful to have runs under ground. No Veil cracks there.

Allie considers this. "I'm not a scout or a theurge, but I'll come with you. Wyrm needs to see my claws," she says, grinning vaguely. "I'm in.""

By the steam vents, Agatha heads quietly towards the caern from the forest, her sketchpad in its usual place tucked under her arm.

By the steam vents, Agatha heads into the center. Agatha has arrived.

Three-Blades rumbles with approval, the young Strider getting a dip of her lupine head along with it. Good to hear. The Wyrm needs to see our claws, yes. This one thinks of tactics, how to fight. Charging underground not good, too tight inside to fit many crinos. Her tail twitches with thought, as her ears turn to the sound of footsteps.

Allie considers this quietly before offering her opinion: "Maybe we, somehow, lure the Wyrm creatures out? Maybe some of us go down in the sewers and chase 'em out and then we all wait and kick some butt?"

Agatha nods politely to the conversing Garou, without making any move to insert herself into their conversation. Her attention is caught, however, by the mention of venturing into the sewers, or chasing creatures out of them.

By the waterfall, Little Bear comes down the trail from the rim above.

By the waterfall, Little Bear heads into the center. Little Bear has arrived.

Three-Blades whuffs softly again, confirming that tactic. That was mentioned the second scouting. Fishing for Wyrms. Her tail twitches again as she sniffs Agatha curiously, the Fury vaguely familiar to her, but not in this form. Hello. This one is Three-Blades, newmoon of the Bone Gnawers. It would seem the Gnawer is taking the Fury and setting her in the conversation too.

Allie's eyes move from Three-Blades to Agatha. "Hi," she greets. "I'm Allie. Guides-the-Dead. Half-moon cliath of the Silent Striders."

Agatha looks at the two seated in the center. "Hi. Agatha Ioannides, Cliath Artisan of the Black Furies. What is this about the Wyrm in the sewers?"

Little Bear slips in silently, keeping to the shadows. He settles onto his haunches and listens.

Three-Blades scents the smell of another, but makes a mental note while addressing the Fury's question. The Scab has had the stench of the spawn below for a long time, as this one finds. Twice this one has accompanied Garou below to scout how far it reaches. And it reaches far. This one's home is the Scab, and called Garou at moot to help cleanse the blight. It will take many. Scouts, seers, fighters of all moons are needed. As well as spirit help, if it is possible.

Allie purses her lips. "What she said. We've got to fight."

Three-Blades flickers her ears also, at mention of Artisans. And the Fury glyph? Her wolven eyes watch the Fury with a little more detail.

Little Bear will help.

Agatha nods slowly. "Yes, I remember something was said at the Moot." She pauses to think. "Is this to be a quiet battle, or do you think there might be room for some... hmmm... fireworks?" A glimmer of humor can be seen in her eyes as she says this.

Allie giggles. "Fireworks," she addresses Agatha. "But, yeah. So Yi's looking for people to go with her and help destroy some Wyrm-spawn. I've already said I'd be happy to go."

Three-Blades turns her ears towards Little Bear in the shadows, and chuffs at him. His scent would be familiar. Then turning back to Agatha and Allie, she dips her head in an almost human like nod. Fire, thunder... we need to clear out the banes. This one has only seen the Realm, and not the shadow. Her ears flatten somewhat, thinking of just how bad it could get in the Umbra.

Little Bear watches Agatha as she speaks. He lowers himself to lie his head on his front paws, ears twitching as he follows the conversation.

Agatha nods thoughtfully. "I can do fire and thunder in the Realm. I'm not sure about the Umbra, though. I'd have to talk to someone with more experience."

Allie looks utterly confused at the thunder and fire reference. Sh says nothing.

Agatha rubs her hands together, although it's difficult to tell if she's gleeful or just trying to keep them warm. "I haven't done fire and thunder properly since my... how do you say, play teacher, became angry about the scene in the Odyssey..."

Three-Blades rumbles off the list she's acquired, for the gathered's knowledge. Defiant-Storm and her pack, Fenrir's Teeth, comes as well. Banecruncher, an ahroun of my tribe, wanted to crunch those banes below too. Max, Kaz, Heartsight, Smokes-the-Weed, all from my tribe. And now another Strider to add. She opens her jaws in a lupine grin at Allie. This one thinks of maybe cracking gas lines, but is unsure the damage it would do to the paths and twolegs dens above, and how it would leave the Scab even more vulnerable should we not kill the infestation completely.

Agatha nods thoughtfully. "Cracking the gas lines might not be the best idea, but if we could tap them..."

Agatha shakes her head. "Gas is not my specialty... I could not do it myself without injury."

Little Bear wonders if you could ask the spirit to help?

Hope-Star, my pack alpha, has some knowledge of the lay of the underground. This one will seek her help as well, Three-Blades continues. Gas may not be necessary. Just smart way of fighting. She glances to Little Bear and chuffs. This one will ask her tribal elder about asking Rat's assistance.

Agatha nods. "I will talk to my tribe about what assistance we can provide. Katina-rhya may be able to help."

Agatha straightens. "I will go now, and spread the word."

Three-Blades dips her head respectfully to the Fury. Gaia bring luck to your path, Fury. Maybe this one will see you again, and watch your works in the artisan's ways. Her tongue lolls in a sort of knowing way.

Agatha gives Three-Blades an odd look as she thanks the lupus and heads out of the Caern.

Agatha heads southwest, into the hot steam. Agatha has left.

Little Bear watches her go, then looks back at Three-Blades.

Three-Blades turns back to the other two as the Fury leaves, growling a soft murmur. Her gaze turns towards Little Bear, and then Allie. Anything else to think of that could help?

Little Bear twitches one ear thoughtfully. Traps?

Three-Blades glances to the Wendigo. Traps... her ears perk. That's a good idea! Slump. What sort of traps?

Little Bear shakes his head, sitting up. Not sure. Spirit traps, snares... Soulcatcher might be able to help with such things.

Three-Blades rumbles quietly, swishing her tail slightly from side to side. This one will ask Soulcatcher-rhya then. And also remember for traps the banes set as well. Her lips lift in annoyance of the sheer thought. With any luck, the banes would be stupid. Many banes, but stupid. Would you come as well, Little Bear?

Little Bear will come. He wags his tail.

Little Bear wonders what you've seen there so far? How many, how big? Nests?

Three-Blades licks the tip of her muzzle, pink tongue flickering in a short instant. Many, big, and there must be a nest underneath. This one, when scouting the first time, was underneath a waterspray of a part of the Scab. Many banes there, this one heard. Screeching and stinking. The second time, with Chaser-Never-Rests, Finds-the-Lost and Smokes-the-Weed, found darkness banes. At least one. Maybe as many as ten or more.

Little Bear blinks. Ten? What do darkness banes do?

This one is thinking big. Could turn out less than imagined, Three-Blades tries to bring some reality to Little Bear's possible thoughts. But the reality could be a whole nest of banes below. Darkness banes, this one's terms for those that hide in shadows, and strike without sound from the shadows. One struck Chaser when our scouting party was going. Her head slumps a bit between her shoulders. Mostly this one's fault, it was. Made a small noise, asked questions, and the bane could see us.

Little Bear wonders if Chaser was alright?

Three-Blades whuffs in affirmative. Chaser was just scratched. The newmoon leans a bit against the silent Silent Strider.

Little Bear is glad. Attack from the shadows. Maybe we should bring lots of light then?

It would reveal our position too long before we could go in, Three-Blades rumbles softly. We don't know the extent of the fishbait's reach, except that it reaches far. Maybe if we could attack from many fronts. Surround it and work in...

Little Bear nods. With so many we will have to I think. How many ways do you know to get into the sewers?

Allie continues scritching and petting the Bone Gnawer like a dog owner, quiet, listening to the conversation.

Three-Blades is just keeping her hackles down as she flickers her ears under Allie's scritching. Many ways. Many holes to lead underground, but there is the Veil to worry about. There are dark corners that have holes to go underground though. If played right.. that may work. This one will have to gather and speak with the ones this one can call forward, before we go.

Little Bear nods. Use the scouts. They will help most before the fight.

This one goes with her tribesister and brother, Three-Blades responds. If this one can get Chaser-Never-Rests and Finds-the-Lost to go again, it will help. Her grin is feral, one of the fullmoon induced thoughts of battle.

Little Bear's tongue lolls. Maybe next full moon?

Three-Blades paws at her muzzle to scratch at an itch, and sets down her paw. Hopefully sooner, Little Bear. But it may have to wait for the next full moon. In the meantime, we prepare, and we scout.

Little Bear tosses his head. Good. It sounds like you are doing well.

This one is! Three-Blades whuffs with some good backing of enthusiasm. It is good to be alive. She grins with a sort of in-joke at Little Bear. The cubs behaving, the wounds have healed, and this one is finally with pack. This one is busy, but glad to be.

Little Bear licks his nose. I am glad for you. What totem do you wish to seek?

Allie yawns absently. She pulls her hand from Three-Blades' head and offers Little Bear a smile. "Hi," the philodox greets, her brain having wandered off the past while.

Little Bear thumps his tail once on the ground in greeting.

Three-Blades curls her tail about her forepaws, the tip of it twitching as Allie speaks. Avalon seeks the wise and enigmatic Salmon, or noble Unicorn. Hope-Star and Soulcatcher both have ties to the totems from their pasts. It will be an interesting spirit quest.

Little Bear talked to Thunder-Runner about that earlier. He wishes to go after Salmon. I would like that, too. Not sure about Duane, but Salmon is known and respected among our people. We have never heard of winged horses.

Allie pipes up, "My pack follows Raccoon. We were going to go for Pegasus, but She did not answer our request."

Three-Blades is suitable with either one, but the spirits in the Wendigo cave spoke that Grandmother Salmon would find the waters cold. Her ears flick up at Allie. Raccoon is a flexible totem. Ties with both wild and Scab.

Allie laughs. "Our original quest to get together was to help guard the forest from the Wyrm, since there are not too many Red Talons around. I'm still hanging out around there; I hope no one drives me off. I've never met a Talon."

Little Bear hopes the spirits are wrong.

Three-Blades dips her head at Little Bear's note, and glances up to Allie. If this one meets a Talon, this one hopes they are a bit more tolerant of the twoleg born.

Little Bear stands, shaking himself. Good luck with the talons. He trots off.

Allie stands to her feet, stretching. She shifts down into the wolf form, moving to nudge Three-Blades' shoulder with her muzzle. This one will see you later, sister. With that, she plods of.