Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (89% full).
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RAh)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes. The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
Obvious exits:
Highway 22 Overgrown Path Deer Path Sunrise Road Farmhouse Caern of the Hidden Walk Creek Central Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn

Beneath the scatterings of the full moon's light, a reddish wolf pads alone in a winding path from tree to tree. Yet, Three-Blades' direction seems to be headed somewhere - towards the caern, at a very exploratory pace. A very, if one could describe a pace with an expression, "thoughtful" pace. Her muzzle raises and lowers according to her vicinity to a tree or an interesting place between them, as if she is searching out a scent.

In the path towards the Caern is a wolf, laying on the ground. Massive and grey except for some black on it's back his gigantic pelt could probably make some hunter out there many times rich. To the Garou here at the Walk however, it is easily recognizable as Fights-For-Hope, once Guardian, but always Get of Fenris and protector. A scent piques his interest as Three-Blades nears and first his ears, then the rest of his head, swivel around to acknowledge her. Lost something?

Three-Blades jerks her head up, accidentally hitting it against a low bush's branch. The ragabash snorts, eyeing the dark bush before sniffing out Fights-For-Hope. No... no not really, she answers him with a low growling rumble at the bush. I was just searching for someone. The Gnawer must have hit herself one too many times, now that she seems to be contradicting herself. Then it dawns on her that Jamethon is a crescent moon. She glances at the much larger grey wolf, tongue licking the side of her muzzle the way a human would wet her lips for the beginnings of an indication she'd like to speak to him.

Fights-For-Hope simply nods his head to the Gnawer Ragabash. ~Speak.~

I am looking for Fox, she explains, settling down momentarily to her haunches. There was a time back when I heard a story from Grandmother about Fox, and how there was a way for him to escape hunters by masking his scent with the smell of water. Three-Blades splays her ears out to either side. Except, I do not remember the way that Fox was called in that story. The Gnawer looks off to the side to hide some embarrassment. So, I have been searching out a seer's moon who might know how to call Fox, or some way to attract Fox and have him listen.

Fights-For-Hope snorts with gentle laughter at this. ~Fox is not called. Attracted perhaps. But not called. To summon Fox is to not be deserving, and to hunt him is to violate his desires. No... you must appease Fox to bring favor from the sly one. You wish to learn that which is called Scent of Running Water, I am familiar with it, though do not possess it myself... not much use for it see. But yes, I can assist you in crossing the steathy trickster's path... It may however, take time.~

Three-Blades looks back to the Get theurge, black tipped ears swivelling back upwards. ~So it is for true?~ she rumbles thoughtfully. ~I had hoped it to be. Not all of Grandmother's stories could be...~ she pauses, not wanting to insult her own mentor, ~could be achieved.~ The slip into a more communicable (though oddly accented through posture) Mother Tongue is received gratefully. ~I am also unsure, of the nature of the spirits here. They are different from the ones across the ocean.~ The Gnawer gets back up, padding a little closer to the theurge. ~I do not think giving of gifts to Fox will be enough. He is a trickster, even better than I will be.~

Fights-For-Hope stands now, stretching out from end to end and yawning. ~He is the master trickster. And all spirits are different. From ocean to ocean. From land to land. From forest to forest and from leaf to leaf. All different fingers of Gaia. All having different prints. Come seek me after the moot, and once I know what my challenge to Owen will entail, I will see about assisting you in seeking Fox. If I cannot, I will turn you to another who can.~

Three-Blades dips her muzzle at the theurge's words, taking them in. ~I will. Mostly I have been trying to observe how Fox's kin are in this side of the Wall. But even they have the disappearing qualities of their spirit guardian.~ She grins faintly. ~Do you think he will provide you with an impossible task? I have sometimes heard elders do that, when they feel that the challenger is not ready for the next rank.~

Fights-For-Hope bares his teeth towards Three-Blades, a slight growl opening at the back of his throat. ~Do not forget that just because I am a theurge, does not mean that I am not also a Get of Fenris. Others would be at your throat already for the assumptive words you have spoken. I /AM/ ready, Wildfire knows this. The challenge will be fair, and I will pass or fail based on my merits, not his feelings. Now, they do not disappear. Just because you cannot see Fox's brood, does not render them invisible... not if you know how to see.~

Three-Blades is one to back down when she doesn't want or need a fight. Her ears turn backwards in submission. ~I was not meaning to offend you,~ she answers quietly. ~Your challenge was made at the right time, Fights-For-Hope. I have seen you in both roles of spirit-seer and of Get.~ The Gnawer doesn't even need to crouch - she's already lower than he is by sheer size. ~And what you say is true of Fox's kin. They just know how to hide, and do it well. Something that I should work on learning.~ She glances away again, this time up at the sky beyond the tree branches. Yup, that full moon pulls on her too.

Fights-For-Hope chuffs and shakes away his rage quickly enough. ~The moon waxes on strongly, I do not mean to be unnessisarily angry. And no matter how much you 'pratice' without the ways... there will be no progress. You can always become a better scout, but you cannot learn the gift from yourself.~

The Gnawer understands Luna's influence on the blood tonight too. She thinks nothing more of it, instead working off the rage with thought and inner discipline. ~That too, is true. Though I wish to be a better scout first without the use of Gifts. One of my teachers would scold others for using them. He'd say it would get to the point of dependence, and not reverence.~ She paws the ground, thinking of her Sifu's face. Comical, but stern. ~But I suppose it is better to be knowing of the gift than ignorant, just in case.~

Fights-For-Hope nods to this in a quite homid fashion. ~Wise master. But partially incorrect for the rigid view of the statement. Gifts are to be used constantly when needed. But only when needed. You do not sacrifice yourself to an enemy when a gift can save you, and by doing, help save others. That would be selfish at best... treason at worst.~

Three-Blades twitches an ear, reminding herself that even elders can be wrong too. ~I am sure he meant it in the sense you speak of,~ she agrees. ~Though it all depends on circumstance. Sacrifice, that is.~ Again, waxing thoughtful, the ragabash pauses. ~I wonder what sort of 'sacrifice' might be needed to appease Fox...~

Fights-For-Hope chuckles in an odd wolfish manner once more. ~To give a 'sacrifice' to Fox would amuse the trickster greatly... but not in the way you would desire.~

~Though you have said that hunting it down would not help either,~ Three-Blades counters, a sting of frustration playing through her mind. She plops down onto her haunches, looking rather sour. It's been on her mind for months, even before the caern's attack. Time can be grating on the nerves. ~I remember a trio of fox spirits that had been chasing the totem of our pack. Except, Salmon was in the form of a rabbit instead. Maybe I should... look for them.~

Fights-For-Hope seems pleased, with a wag of his tail, at her use of words. ~Yes. Look. Seek. Find guides and clues. Do not hunt. Never participate in the foxhunt. Not in actions, not in words, and not in thoughts or conceptions. It is all the same to a spirit. Food might be a good, and nice way to coax him to an area where you can at least let him hear your proposal. Do you... speak the spirit's tongue?~

Three-Blades glances up at the Get, head tilting at how looks pleased at her. ~Yes,~ she replies to his question. ~It is a gift given by Salmon to her pack. I admit that ability is useful, though I am not anywhere near expertise as a seer would be.~ The ragabash's tail does thump once against the ground, as if the other wolf's words make sense. ~I will see if the fox spirits are still around the lake's Shadow. Perhaps the full moon has drawn them out as well.~

Fights-For-Hope thinks for a moment and offers. ~I will help you with Fox for nothing... but in addition, I know you possess the rituals of the questing stone and I've seen you in the meditation ritual of dancing lights. I would exchange both for the permenant knowledge and teaching of the Spirit's voice.~

Three-Blades blinks a couple of times. It takes a moment, but it's a quick realization. ~Of course,~ she notes, ~I did not expect you to help without a favor in return.~ She smiles wolfishly, rising back to her paws. ~I would teach both, if you wish. One because you have helped me in understanding the spirits more, and the other for helping me with Fox as well.~

Fights-For-Hope stands, thinking a bit longer on this. Yes. ~Very good. Again, see me once more when my challenge terms are declared and I will tell you what I can do. It may become another that you owe, and not myself.~

Three-Blades lowers her muzzle again in a more human gesture of respect mixed with the wolf's submission - a gesture of acknowledgement and understanding as well. She lets the Get have the last word instead, turning and padding away to resume her winding course caernwards.

Fights-For-Hope seems a bit suprised at this response, but rather then question he just resumes his watchful nap, laying down in the path again.