Leonard is apparently being lazy today, lying on his back in the field of flowers, hands behind his head, humming something to himself.

Pouding paws explode up the hill, the newmoon Gnawer in an all out sprint up the path of the bluff as she finishes some last leg of an invisible race. As she reaches Leonard she jumps over him easily and skids to a halt on her paws before turning around and lolling pinkly at him. Lazy Little Bear.

Leonard blinks at the shadow that sails over his head, leaning on his elbows to sit up and smiling at the hyper wolf. "Got to live up to the stereotype sometime. I was just thinking out a song."

Three-Blades flicks her ears curiously. A song? With a dull fwumph of grass she sits down and wags her tail. Sing it for me?

Leonard flushes a dull red under his tan. "Um... its not really done yet... I could give you an idea, I guess, but you've got to promise not to laugh."

You ask so much of a newmoon on her moon. The Gnawer in wolf's clothing grins openjawed. I won't laugh.

Leonard eyes the Gnawer, then nods. "Alright, if you promise not to laugh at the new, then I'll sing you one you will want to laugh at."

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Leonard starts singing, almost too low for you to hear him at first, a vaguely country tune.

Three-Blades listens quietly, her ears turning little as the Wendigo sings his tune. Soft and low are the refrain, and as he fades into a finish she sniffs quietly. Something in her posture suggests the song's lyrics sets down in her closer to heart than others.

Leonard stops, arching an eyebrow and smiling hesitantly. "Oh no, it was so bad I made a ragabash cry?"

Three-Blades flicks her ears back at Leonard's comment, a little indignant. No, it was good. Touching to the heart. With that, she splays her ears and nips at him. If a new moon cries, you know it's powerful. She returns to a more lightened mood. The course of energy in her is apparent.

Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (13% full).

Leonard grins. "Oh good. I'm glad I saved the other song for last. You remember that story you told me about Steven and sepdet in the barn?"

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At first, it's confusing. The rhyming slowly gets clearer with each lyrical line and eventually, the newmoon is rolling on the grass as Leonard finishes. After a fit of lupine laughter, she rolls onto her belly and lolls. If you sing that at the gathering... She barks again in a wolven chortle. Have you sung it to Sepdet?

Leonard grins and nods. "She was my first vict-er, listener. She looked rather shocked but couldn't stop laughing, and even one of the Fianna, one of their cubs I think, said I had Steven to a T."

Three-Blades rolls onto her back, wiggling with inner mirth. You wouldn't believe how funny it was. Had to have been there, with the fire ball appearing from air. If she rolls anymore she might become a grass covered burrito. The Gnawer then climbs back onto her paws and headbutts Leonard. The small white bear pendant could be seen hidden around in the fur, along with the wooden ankh. The headbutt turns into an affectionate nuzzle between packmates. Spending some quality time together anyway.

Leonard smiles and scritches behind the wolf's ears, then notices the second pendant. "Hey! Isn't that Sepdet-rhya's? She give you that?" He works it up to where he can see it, letting it rest in the palm of his hand.

Three-Blades rumbles softly, before tilting an ear in the Wengido's hand's direction. It is a temporary gift. For good luck on my journey. I told her I would give it back when I returned. Leonard smiles and nods. "Good. Make sure you do, huh?" He tugs one ear fondly. "When do you go?"

Three-Blades will leave once she has finished saying her farewells. In the next few sunrises, I imagine. She glances away from the Wendigo for a few moments before turning back and nuzzling his shirt again. She doesn't seem all that thrilled about leaving either.

Leonard looks down, smiling as he gets a cold nose in the chest and puts a hand under the wolf's chin to lift it, looking into her eyes. "I understand you have to go home. I know you need to help. I wouldn't ask you stay. But if you need anything... I mean anything at all... I'd go with you, if you asked me."

Three-Blades gives Leonard a wet lick. You would have a hard time there. The tongues of my home are not easy on strangers. She flicks her ears. But I would ask you to watch over the pack here first anyway. You and I are the youngest, I think. As the youngest, it is our duty to keep the older ones on their toes. She grins a bit more genuinely.

Leonard smiles. "I will. You just be careful. And if you need help don't be afraid to call for us. We're pack." He says that last word with some significance. "You come back to us, you crazy Gnawer." He wrestles with the wolf a moment, grabbing her around her neck, before it turns into a hug.

Three-Blades yips in surprise as she's wrestled and hugged. Her backend wags ferociously at the end of the bout. Crazy Gnawer. The newmoon's ears cant with the sound of it. I'll come back. I promised so many I would. She twists a little and licks Leonard again. I'll send a howl, somehow.

Leonard smiles. "I don't care if you call on the phone. Just keep in touch and let us know you're alright, okay? Maybe a quick call to the farmhouse once a week or something just to let us know you're okay? That way if you don't call, maybe we'll know something's happened to you..."

Three-Blades tilts her head some more. There is no ~phone~ over there. But I can leave the messages with the Walkers. She grins a little. You know that will mean going into the Scab to see any new word about me.

Leonard smirks, almost the Lemonhead expression. "I suppose if you can be brave enough to go halfway around the world to help your people, I can be brave enough to endure your Scab and talk to John."

Three-Blades lolls her tongue, a pink sliver compared to her dark mottled fur. You have gone more times than normal already. Maybe next time you can take Soulcatcher too. She lays her head down on the Wendigo's arm, thinking.

Leonard strokes her head, smiling a little. "Maybe. Though the baby's coming soon. I don't think he'll want to be away. If I do take him it will have to be soon. He's been there before he... well, before he got the name Two-Souls. He should maybe go again. And the sewers still need cleaning. I'll help with that. Sepdet-rhya still needs to get her sun-spirit set up down there."

Three-Blades rumbles quietly, the fur along her head rising to feel the palm of the stroking hand. The new pup of Soulcatcher... you think she will be somber like her father? Kind like her mother. Maybe with her mother's beauty, and her father's eyes. She rolls onto her side and peers up at Leonard.

Leonard smiles, tickling her under her chin. "Of course she will be beautiful. She'll be Indian." He winks. "I hope she is Garou, though I will be happy if she is healthy. We need all the numbers we can get, Indian, Lakota, kin, Garou, Wendigo... every birth is a victory."

Three-Blades wonders how she would be taught. Would they allow her to go learn with others, or would she be taught in the den? You would have to cubsit. She lolls her tongue at the idea.

Leonard hmphs. "I would be honored to do it. Besides, I like kids. I'm going to have tons of my own, someday. And I don't know how she'll learn. If she's kin or human she'll probably be raised that way. Go to school, get taught at home... Maybe Robin will take her back to the reservation." He sobers at that. "I don't know. I guess its up to her."

Three-Blades flicks her ears amusedly. Litters of Little Bears running around Wendigo dens, with their proud father sitting atop a big rock. The Little Bear is little no longer. She whuffles loudly and rolls out of the galliard's reach before he could decide to headlock her.

Leonard scrambles after her, mock-growling. "And I'll name all the girls Speetlum and tell them to call you auntie, and you and your tribe will babysit, and then the Bone Gnawers will know the true fury of the Wendigo when you tell them its time for bed!"

Three-Blades jumps out of the way, barking and yipping with laughter. And with their mighty powers of wind they will cry and bowl us over with their rebellious shouting. She rolls away from him, then gets back up and trots over to him to nip. I hope they will all be strong as you are. The Gnawer nuzzles him again, before licking his hand. Though I think I'll go take a short nap by the lakeside. Feel like being lazy?

Leonard grins. "I could do with a nap, sure."

Three-Blades takes a few steps towards the path down the lake, and then takes off at a sprint down to the lakeside.

Leonard heads on after her.