Straight and Narrow
2/12/2007
03:28 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (31% full).
It is currently 15:09 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 12 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.07 and steady, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
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.
Contents:
Kevin
Obvious exits:
Southwest Highway 22 Overgrown Path Sunrise Road Farmhouse Caern of the Hidden Walk Creek Central Bawn Southern Bawn Northern Bawn
Glass Walkers on the bawn are never a common sight, but Kevin is there as often as any of that tribe, and he's there now. He doesn't seem in a hurry, ambling along with his hands in his tracksuit pockets, apparently enjoying the frosty weather.
And truth be told, Bone Gnawers in the woods shouldn't be that much a common sight either. Yi, though, has returned to the bawn proper and is thus walking through woods away from the trails. She's not fixing to be that attentive, but it's hard to miss a tracksuit amidst the green. She stops by the side of one of the spruce trees, crouching and observing the Walker from afar. A smile ticks at the side of her lips.
Maybe Yi moved slightly, or maybe she stepped on a twig like an American Indian from James Fenimore Cooper's novels. In any case, Kevin evidently notes her presence by the tree. Stopping in his tracks, he turns to face her. "Okay, come out, come out, wherever you are," he says, deadpan.
Hm, caught. Well no harm done, as she fishes in her pocket to pull out a coin and stands again gradually. "Ah, Kevin. It is not so common to see you here," Yi greets him, playing with shiny metal piece like it really was on the ground and she really did pick it up. "It has been awhile, has it not?"
For a few seconds, indeed, that blank look comes over Kevin's face which hints that he's struggling among his memory banks for Yi's name. Thankfully, he finds it. "Sure has," he agrees. "Kind of not seen a lot of you since... that time you hunted me down." He looks at the ground by his feet as he delivers those words. "How ya been?"
Yi responds to him with a wry, but brief flattening of her lip line. "Times have changed, and people with it. People like us, we never stop changing, but only we do so in the shadows." Being cryptic, perhaps elusive of the touchy topic, she at least physically approaches. The coin is slipped back away. "And, yourself?"
Kevin raises a laconic eyebrow. "I won't ask what you mean by 'people like us'," he remarks. "I'm surviving, as is the city. As is the caern under her highness Vera-Rhya. There's a new girl in your tribe," he goes on. "Only one arm. Lost the other one in New York. She can't half fight even with one, though."
That last statement gets him an arching of the fostern's brows. "Oh? I have not met her yet," Yi admits with a brief glance in the supposed direction of said surviving city. "New York can be... very unforgiving in the wrong places." Spoken like she actually went and returned. "By 'people like us'," she adds with a quick smile, "I meant our shared auspice. I hear you are sharing spirit nests with Raccoon?"
"Oh, yes," Kevin says. "Me, Basil, Kaz, Morgan and Rags. Not a bad little pack, though Morgan is mad at Rags over some crazy thing or other, and Kaz I've not seen for weeks... but Patches is a good city totem. Sort of like a fox, only... not." He flaps his hands awkwardly as though acknowledging that his words aren't well chosen.
Nodding, Yi continues forth until she's within arm's reach of the taller Walker. "That Raccoon is. Clever, and always knows when to find things, and when to find a tree for cover. But sometimes, he does not know when to let go." She peers up towards the skies a moment. "Do you remember what I said to you that night?"
Kevin takes a pace backwards as the fostern comes up to him, plainly on the defensive now. "Um," he responds, and then shakes his head once, nervously.
"Mm. Well, I do. Clearly," Yi says contemplatively, stopping her advance. "But I want you to know, Kevin... I will choose not to hold your past to you. I claimed you to be dead to me. Basil as well. But, no longer." That hand in her pocket comes out, offered for a shake. A truce, perhaps.
Kevin looks bemused once more, a look that has been on and off his face ever since this conversation began. "Well. Uh. Thanks," is all he manages to come up with, along with a squeeze of Yi's hand back in return. "All in the past now, huh? Look to the future instead?"
Yi's handshake is firm, but warm. Welcoming, even, though it is brief. "Ones like us should be like Raven. One eye on the future, and one eye on the past. That way, our paths will be straight in the present." Her hand drops back to her side, lax. "But enough philosophies... I have been away, and I have yet to find a galliard. Perhaps you can offer some news besides a new member to my family?"
"Well," Kevin says, still sounding uncertain. "I know you've lived here a while. Did you ever meet a boy called Cat? Thin, pale, Glass Walker theurge?"
The Gnawer fostern perks at the name, indicative of her familiarity. "Cat? Yes... he was a cub here. A young man, shy. But I felt he did have a strong bond to Gaia. He left for the Steel Angel, some time ago." She pauses in her remarks, blinking at the Walker.
"Basil fished him out of the river," Kevin says flatly. "Month or two ago. Don't ask me how he got there. I can't decide what I think about him. He's like most theurges. He freaks me out. Talks to... things."
Yi eyewidens in surprise. "Out of the river?" A pause. "The Columbia?" The name drop is accompanied with a worried look. "And has he been okay after?" She regains a bit of composure again, but her brows furrow at the other ragabash's commentary. "As I said... a strong bond to Gaia. Most theurges do."
Kevin nods, twice. "He looked a bit sorry for himself at first. Normal kid would've had pneumonia or something. But he soon got well. Garou," he says with a shrug. "He looked worse on New Year's when he got into a drinking contest with Grey." And for the first time Kevin smiles. "You'd think if he rited here, he'd have known that was a baaad move."
At the smile, Yi chuckles quietly and nods in agreement. "Though I believe Sale... Grey, was not so key to his training as others were." Still, a small smile touches her face again. "I should go see him. Perhaps he may not even remember me." Then her smile fades, replaced with another brow furrowing, eyes flicking away towards the woods. "Oh, but... I am to be a Guardian. Perhaps at moot, then," she murmurs before glancing back. "And speaking of them, has Basil been attending?"
The surprised look comes back onto Kevin's face. "Guardian? You?" Then he looks apologetic. "Um, not that I don't think you could, but knowing the ones we already have... I'm surprised. Won't Circle Keeper throw a fit?" He then goes straight on to answer the question. "Basil 'doesn't do moots'," he says, waggling his fingers to indicate that he's quoting the ahroun.
Ayita enters the area from the east.
Yi tilts her head at the surprise, though her expression might be said to be more amused than offended. A wry smile returns for a time. "Yes, Guardian. I have been one before, you know. Though, it would have been at a time before you arrived here, not long after we... we retook the caern." Mentioning that event of long ago, Yi sucks in a deep breath and blinks. "And I was here before Circle Keeper came, you know. He has his own experiences, and I have mine. Perhaps that I was asked to pack with Uktena will help ease the Gatekeeper's mind about it. If not, he can argue with the Warder." The ragabash smirks at that. "As for Basil, well... one of these moons. You are his packmate, Kevin. Duty falls to you to remind him of his own duties to the caern. To Chimera."
Kevin has been very much the subservient wolf throughout this conversation, but now he displays a flash of annoyance. "You think I haven't tried?" he barks. "Every time there's a moot I try to get him to go. He's not just my packmate, though, Yi. He's my alpha."
Yi only narrows her gaze a touch at the flash. "Amongst other things," she adds pointedly. "And as your alpha, he is even more supposed to lead you in example. Ah, but whoever heard of a Bone Gnawer leading, especially through example?" Oh, the bitter sarcasm that slips into her tone there.
Long-Suffering happens to be in the area of the Western Bawn, perhaps on her hunt to catch un-expecting Garou and give them an earful about their so-called duties to the Sept. She stops about a football-field away from where she can smell a fresh mark of footprints and hastily chuffs, Who's there?
Kevin flushes. "There's no need to get all bent out of shape," he starts to protest, before he's interrupted by wolf-sounds and turns to see if he can see their source.
Yi arches her brows at the Walker, hands slipping into her pockets once more as she rolls a shoulder. A dismissive kind of shrug, willing away the bothersome topic. "I only express my concern. I wish to help, not harm," she replies. Then the Uktena's chuff sounds from far off, and Yi turns to look as well.
Long-Suffering follows the trail, slowly arriving from the woods around the Bone Gnawer and the Walker. The red wolf looks at both of them and flattens her ears. Hello, she chuffs.
Kevin lifts one hand to the red wolf, in a very homid greeting. "Y'ello," he says laconically.
Yi, standing nearby a couple trees with the Walker and engaged in conversation, has paused to check the direction the Uktena comes from. Long-Suffering gets a nod and a longer eye-contacted gaze of greeting than a verbal one before she turns back to Kevin. "I really am being honest here, Kevin. No tricks. I fear if Basil does not come at least once in a while, he will not..." She fades off from there, finishing only with a sigh. "At least allow me to ask you to remind him again. For my sake."
Long-Suffering sits down on her haunches and waits for one of the two Garou to acknowledge her, although she had clearly forgotten who each of them are but the slighly confused expression on her muzzle.
Off in the distance, Blackriver's silvery white form can be seen weaving its way through the trees. The Fang doesn't seem to be headed in any particular direction, and when she catches sight of the trio gathered her ears prick up and she begins padding towards the group.
"Invasion of wolves," Kevin drawls as he sees a second lupus approach. "Is there some kind of lupus convention we're tresspassing on here?"
Yi looks from red wolf to Walker to the now approaching Silver Fang, and then back to Kevin. "I doubt that, though I'm not sure," she says with a sort of curious glance towards Long-Suffering, seemingly also trying to place her identity.
Long-Suffering does not notice Blackriver right away as she looks blankly back up at the two unfamiliar Garou in homid. She just sits there, patiently watching them conversing.
Blackriver slows her pace a bit as she comes up to the group, giving each a subtle greeting. She lowers her tail a touch in recognition of Yi, briefly slicks her ears back in annoyance at Kevin, and gives Long-Suffering a kind of neutral chuff. Her head swings back and forth between all three, and her ears swivel to pick up the conversation.
"I get the impression these people want to talk to you, Yi," Kevin says, which may or may not be true. "I'll head back into town, I think. And give Basil your message." With a courteous nod and smile to the two lupus, he retreats away from the caern.
"Thank you," Yi replies to Kevin with a grateful smile as the Walker leaves. Waiting until the other ragabash is at a small distance away, she turns back to the two lupus and nods to both. Though she asks no questions directly, the fostern lifts her brows expectantly at both wolves. If they're here for conversation with her, they best start it here.
Following a mix of homid and lupine scents on the occasional breeze, Saul pauses at the edge of the woods, sniffing at the air until he manages to locate the source of the smell. His ears perk up as he gazes in the direction of the wolves approaching the humans, trying to identify them as one of the humans turns to leave.
Long-Suffering really has nothing to say to Yi, since she has not been privileged enough to run into Jamethon-rhya. She chuffs at Yi, who are you? she finally asks.
Blackriver says nothing as well, glancing at Long-Suffering and Yi both. She does, however, catch sight of Saul, and gives a soft huff in his direction. No-Voice. Welcome. She greets him, posture coldly neutral and tail lifting a touch as the cub nears.
The cub recognizes Blackriver and approaches her slowly, lowering his head in deference. As he nears he looks to Long Suffering and then to Yi. Who are these? Sniffing the air again he shifts his gaze back to the Uktena. A little... familiar.
Surrounded by wolves and more coming, Yi clears her throat lightly in a short realization of her predicament. Glancing around quickly to check for immediate watchers outside the trio of Garou, she deems it safe enough to shift and does so. Rusty red and ivory fur replaces her clothing, black markings and scars appearing far more visibly in her lupus form. Runner gives herself a quick shake before her nose tests the air, drinking in the scents of the wolves about. Her greeting is appropriate, though there is always that mannerism of a non-lupusborn tinge and her scent still carries some of the city. I am Runs-the-Gauntlet, fostern no-moon of the Bone Gnawers, she intros at Long-Suffering before twitching an ear in Saul's direction. Another unfamiliar scent. The ragabash takes it in as well.
Long-Suffering , she chuffs in reply, shortened for Suffers-The-Pain-Of-Her-Ancestors-In-Visions, Galliard Uktena Cliath. Her ears perk up as she looks from Yi to Saul, although her tail drops slightly, only giving the Gnawer a hint of acknowledgement. She has already been beaten down by a Gnawer once, she will not submit to that sort of humiliation again.
Introduce yourself, cub, and the others will introduce themselves to you. Blackriver barks at Saul, apparently not phased in the least by the fact that the other two just gave their introductions. The lupus turns her head to sniff at Runner as she shifts, and gives a soft snort at the smell on the city on the Gnawer.
Shifts his gaze the Bone Gnawer as she introduces herself, then back to the Galliard. Lowering his head in recognition of their status he responds, looking to the Ragabash at first. No-Voice, by Blackriver. Homid, no true deed-name. Ahroun Shadow Lord cub, once lost, now adopted by Culls-The-Herd. He shifts his gaze from the Ragabash to the Galliard. You were hurt in cub-house?
Runner sneezes lightly with the scent of shampoo made strong on the cub's fur, but otherwise doesn't complain of it. Her ears splay with the good humor of a typical no-moon, finding some in the name of the cub. First of first, though, she chuffs acknowledgement to Long-Suffering, then turning to Blackriver and her ears tilting forward. How fares Falcon's Children?
Yes, the Galliard growls shortly back at the Shadow Lord cub. The red wolf otherwise remains silent as the others converse.
Blackriver tips her head a bit to the side at Runner's question. Lightning-rhya made a deal with Culls-rhya to allow Promises-Kept back into the sept. The Fang's ears flatten and her hackles raise to show just what she thinks of /that/. Lightning-rhya also says that he will lead an attack against a lot of waever-spirits soon. But he said this a while ago. Blackriver pauses and adds hesitantly that she thinks he might have already attacked.
Saul nods towards Long-Suffering in a peculiarly human fashion, a momentary tip of the muzzle towards the ground. I visited. Made food. Asked about moon-world.
Against what Weaver spirits? is Runner's first concern, her own ears tilting back at the news. I have not seen this Lightning-rhya. I have been away. As if to spur on the news reports, she glances back to Long-Suffering, gaze somewhat expectant of the galliard.
I have not heard of this news, growls the Galliard in annoyance. Her ears flicker back against her head, looking particularly frustrated that news has not been circulating as it should.
Blackriver licks her nose and lets out a huff. I just told you the news. She informs the Galliard somewhat cooly, before turning back to Runner. Lightning-rhya is new. He is a Galliard, and Fostern too. Very good blood. She waves her tail once. He is attacking the weaver spirits that trapped him, Promises-Kept, and a stupid Fury in the umbra before Bloods-Bane and I rescued him.
The cub sits back on his haunches, watching the others and picking up as much of the conversation as he is able.
Runner looks surprised most of all by the news of three Garou being trapped. Her ears sweep back and flatten against her head, hackles half stiffening with a sense of alarm at such reports. These Weaver spirits are here? Near the bawn? Another quick glance is bounced off the three other wolves, though her attention largely remains on Blackriver.
Long-Suffering wonders outloud whom the stupid Fury could be, although tries not to voice her opinions too loudly. Was this... where you received assistance from my elder? Then, she sits still as Runner asks her other questions.
Blackriver looks overwhelmed by all the questions for a moment, and shifts upwards into Hispo to answer them in Mother's Tongue. ~The Weaver spirits are in the scab.~ She informs Runner, answering the Fostern's questions first, ~Promises-Kept did a stupid rite to please the spirits in his scab-den, and the weaver spirits trapped him and Lightning-rhya. The stupid Fury Lures-the-Best went into the umbra to save them. Alone. Without telling anyone. She was trapped too. Then Wyvern gave me a dream and Bloods-Bane and I went and saved Lightning-rhya. Then Lightning-rhya and I went back to save the others.~ She then turns to Long-Suffering and huffs a simple 'no' to her question. ~Circle-Keeper-rhya told me things I needed to know to kill the Wyrm spirits my pack was hunting, so now I am in debt to him.~ She explains.
Saul remains seated, watching the conversation with obvious interest. He makes no motions to interject, however, merely remains in place, listens and watches.
The Galliard suddenly pulls up into hispo. ~What!?~ she rages. ~And that... baffoon is allowed back into the sept?~ She snorts loudly, making a plume of steam rise from her nose as if she had a fiery breath. ~I should hope not! He should be chased out of Saint Claire for good. That is...~ Long-Suffering is angered now, pacing back and forth like a caged animal and growling incoherently under her breath.
Blackriver lets out a loud snort and shakes her fur out. ~I don't know why Culls-the-Herd-rhya is letting him in. But she is Adren, and Lightning-rhya is Fostern.~ She reminds the Galliard. ~But Lightning-rhya is being stupid. He ignored what I said as a half moon.~ The Fang now looks both annoyed, and confused, this topic obviously having been weighing heavily on her for the past few months.
The cub swells in size as he shifts, following Blackriver into Hispo. ~Culls-the-Herd is making a bet she believes will not be lost. Strikes-Like-Lightning is taking responsibility for that one. If he fails, he is culled and is no more danger, and no one has cause to complain. If he succeeds, perhaps he can learn after all and the Sept grows stronger.~ The massive wolf shrugs in human fashion, massive fore shoulders raising and lowering in something that looks rather odd when performed by a beast. Moments later he shifts back to lupus.
Long-Suffering looks narrow-eyed at the cub, although she says nothing. She only snorts in response. ~Here I thought Lightning had more brains.~ she rumbles.
Runner slicks her ears back, but after listening and watching to all the growling and rumbling, the Gnawer snorts once. Though, it is not in disgust for those whose names are being tossed about, but the behavior of the three Garou before her. It is only a small snort though, as she looks pointedly at Blackriver. What does Falcon's halfmoon say about all this to her alpha?
Blackriver turns her head to blink at the cub. ~A foolish Garou can hurt a sept as much as a good Garou can help it.~ She informs him. ~I respect Culls-rhya, she is Adren. But she is Shadow Lord, I do not trust her.~ She then turns back to Runner and blinks a second more. ~I told Lightning-rhya what I thought. He did not listen. I challenged him over it. He won.~ She lets out a soft lupus sigh.
The cub tips his head to the side as the Philodox growls an explanation to him. He slowly makes his strange, misplaced nod but does not respond. He shifts his gaze back to the Gnawer instead, watching her with his head angled to the right and his ears perked in curiosity.
Long-Suffering shakes herself and takes a step back, ~Is there any other news? I must go.~ she warns those around her of her departure.
Taking the time to stretch, Runner does not seem concerned over Blackriver's challenge lost. Almost like she'd been expecting that result. The ragabash glances back to the galliard, head cocking. I will become a Guardian. Her tail lifts with pride at the notion, the announcement. The Warder has asked me. I have agreed. I will be around the bawn for some time, until others come to find him. She then looks curiously at the galliard as something comes to mind, tickling its way into her posture. Perhaps you are the other. We will speak later of it, then.
Blackriver swerves her head around to peer at Long-Suffering as she announces her departure. ~I have passed a judgment on Rags-Torn-to-Rags.~ She informs the other, ~And I am looking for Walks-the-Middle-Road-yuf.~ She gives a soft huff of approval at Runner's new post of Guardian.
Saul glances to Long-Suffering in acknowledgement as she announces her departure but other than that makes no response.
~I am the other,~ the Galliard replies egotistically, narrowing her eyes sharply at the other wolf. ~I will speak with you at another time.~ Then to Blackriver, she gives a brief pause, although shakes her head. ~I will have to ask you what that is later, but I must really be off.~ Without another word, the Galliard takes off for the woods.
Runner swings her tail a couple of times with a departing 'wave' at the Uktena despite the seemingly cold reception for her news. She looks back to the two remaining, jaws parting in a bit of a lupine grin, still bearing the idea of being a Guardian and its honor with hope. The gesture fizzles slightly though, when Blackriver continues. Judgement? echoes the Gnawer in lupus, head tilting again. Why?
Blackriver lets out a soft huff. ~Rags was angry at Pierces-Ice-rhya. Instead of challenging her, he went into her territory and carved insulting glyphs on her den. He violated her territory, so she asked me to judge him.~
Saul watches Long-Suffering retreat for only a moment before shifting his gaze towards the other two wolves, watching them with interest.
Now /that/, Runner balks in surprise at. The pride goes whooshing out of her, and if anything her posture reads shock. Honest to goodness shock. He... but why? Ever the ragabash, it's the first question from the fostern. The cub is almost forgotten in the scandal.
Blackriver's tongue sneaks out of her mouth and she licks her nose. ~Rags says Pierces-Ice-rhya owed him a debt, and did not pay it. He tried to find her, but he couldn't. So he went into her territory and hurt her den.~ She flicks her ears in a shrug. ~I told him to apologize to Pierces-Ice with a Contrition Rite, and replace the part of her den that he destroyed, or give her something of equal value.~
The cub tips his head slightly to the side as he listens and watches the other two, a nearly unconscious gesture. Other than this he remains motionless.
Runner flickers her ears then, glancing away towards the direction of the Wendigo territories far from where they are now. Fool, she growls quietly, though not with malice. Do you think he will do so? she asks after, glancing back to the Silver Fang.
Blackriver flicks her ears in another shrugs and shakes out her fur. ~He acts honorable enough, although stupid.~ She comments, and then raises her nose to sniff the air. ~I must return to my territory.~ She excuses herself, shifting down into lupus and then padding off.
Saul turns his head to watch Blackriver as she departs, then looks back to Runner. He tips his head to the side, eyeing the Gnawer curiously.
Runner grunts a little thickly with a warring set of emotions running through her lupine posture as the Fang philo leaves. Politely, the fostern chuffs a goodbye, but it would seem her mind is still on the news of all that's been going on. Only after a few more moments of silence does she turn to the cub remaining, head tilting back at him. Yes?
Saul tips his head to the other side, ears twitching. I have bad wolfspeak. He shrugs, the canine form making a mockery of the human expression. Can talk in homid. Or leave. Your choice.
Runner drops her jaw again in a wolfish smile and in return, bobs her head up and down in an imitation of a nod. The Gnawer takes a couple of steps back for room, shifting smoothly back to her breed form. A few wipes of the palms of her hands on her jacket side, and she takes a moment to shiver as the chilling weather touches upon bare human skin. "It's cold," she states, more just for the loosening of the atmosphere, the casualness of complaining about weather.
The cub stays in place as the Fostern steps backward, smoothly following her transition into Homid. He nods in response as he absently brushes his hands across the back of his pants, "It's why I was in lupus. We can run if you want, it's been a while since I've ran on two legs." He smiles, a tug of one corner of his mouth up and to the left, stepping forward and extending his right hand, "I'm Saul. I'm... ah... hoping that No-Voice doesn't stick around too long. I'll just have to do something worth remembering."
Yi gives her arms a quick pat, breathing into her hands to warm them and rubbing away. "Run? Why would... oh, yes. I see what you mean," she replies, nodding at the cub's idea. At the extension of the hand, she glances down and then takes it for a quick, firm shake. "I am Yi, known as Runs-the-Gauntlet or Runner, Fostern ragabash." Just in case he hadn't caught it all when she introduced herself in lupus form. "No-Voice. Why are you called such? You do have a voice, and you use it quite well, after all." She smiles back at him, features lifted with curiosity to the origin of the namesake.
Saul's smile broadens as he glances to the side, shaking his head. "Blackriver's the only one who calls me that, I hardly introduce myself that way. I've had... a bit of trouble picking up how to talk as a wolf. When I first met Blackriver I could barely understand what she was saying, and I imagine I 'sounded' like I was an idiot to her. So there you go. I'm a sight better now, and the Mother Tongue's a lot easier but..." The boy chuckles as he continues, "Haven't done anything worthy of a deed-name and I'm not going to pick one out myself. Don't have the faintest idea what it'd be if I did. I can afford to wait a bit."
The cub glances off into the woods then back to Yi, "Anyway, shall we jog as we talk? Can always head for the farmhouse if you want, I could go for some hot chocolate or something."
"Well, while I am not feeling like running in these jeans, a quick walking pace can be good." Yi nods, taking a moment for getting bearings before heading in the right direction. "A deedname, you will receive when you have passed your Rite of Passage. A cub's name, though... No-Voice may not be the right one for you. On that, I agree." She chuckles softly, largely listening to her feet crunch on twig, leaf and grass. "So you are part of the Shadow Lords now. I do hope you know what tribe you have gotten yourself into."
Laughing again, the boy matches Yi's pace. He tips his head backwards, gazing at the stars through the tree tops and breathing misty clouds into the sky. "Yeah, I might have underestimated the reaction I was going to get. But I haven't regretted it yet. Saying the Lords have a bullshit reputation /would/ be bullshit. But all the tribes have a bit of an exaggerated rep." He glances sideways at the Fostern, "Shit, take the Gnawers. I've only met a couple of you, but you're not /nearly/ as dirty as everyone makes you out to be."
Yi, to her credit, doesn't skip a beat at the comment about her tribe. "I take it you have not seen the Odeon," she replies to that, gazing at the cub's face from the corner of her eyes while they walk. "The Bone Gnawers may be described as such, and like many stories, the legends hold small pebbles of truth. But you are right. To say all Shadow Lords are untrustworthy, or all Gnawers are dirty, would be false. As for me, I have my moments. And I have learned what is dirty for one can be clean for another. The key is knowing who matches with what so you never offend anyone's nose unless you mean to."
The boy shakes his head briefly at the mention of the Odeon and smirks at the final comment, "That seems like a good idea to me. And no, I've never been to the Odeon. One of your tribemates said he'd show me around the city when the moon's lower but warned me I'd pro'ly get killed if I went alone so" Saul shrugs as he trails off, "Anywho, I'm not too worried about Vera picking me up. There's worse people to have as a guardian, and not to many better. And the people who are likely to hold preconceptions about a tribe over what they see in person? Heh, they're not the sort I'd get along with well in /any/ case."
Yi rubs a hand underneath her chin, clearly working a sort of thoughtful posture as they walk along. "There are few better to guide you than an adren, true," she notes. Though, it's also clear she's keeping detached from talking about the Sept Alpha too deeply. "How long has it been since you came to this sept?"
Saul rolls his shoulders and breaths into his hands before shoving them back into his pants pockets, "Just over two months now."
"Ah," Yi remarks with a bit bigger a smile. "No wonder your Mother's Tongue was so clear. Then, Saul 'Speaks-Well', you are not long for your Rite of Passage, I would imagine."
Saul shrugs, face remaining neutral, "One would hope. Vera's keeping me /fairly/ busy, but I have to entertain myself enough. Mother Tongue I didn't have much trouble picking up, I'd already dealt with half of the trouble learning to speak in lupus. The Tongue was cake compared to that. I understand pretty well, just have some issues expressing things." He shrugs again, smiling faintly, "Eh, practice. There's enough cubs around that I get a chance to practice quite a bit. Don' know if you've met Ruth but I thought she was Lupus the first time I ran into her."
Yi looks off again towards their path to take, memory bank searching. "I am not sure I have met this Ruth, but my memory is better with faces than it is names. As for the way wolves talk, I have learned it is best to keep it simple. If things get too complex, switch."
The left corner of the boy's mouth twists downward slightly, it may be the begining of a frown. "Maybe that's the problem." He shrugs, glancing to the sky without speaking for a long moment. He glances down again as the lights of the farmhouse come into view.
Yi looks up as the farmhouse lights shine through the growing dark, and nods in the direction. "Almost there." The fostern slips her hands out of her pockets again, breathing lightly on them. "You go on," she says as she slows. "I think I will take a few minutes more out here before I go in." She smiles again, a bit of fare well slipped into the expression.
Saul nods as he continues on a few more steps before turning to face the Gnawer. He gives her a brief nod before speaking, "Pleasure to meet you Yi. I'm sure we'll run into eachother again. Feel free to drop by the farmhouse, I'll make some food or whatever." Without waiting for a response he begins backing away, giving her a small bow as he does so. After straightening he turns away and continues to walk towards the farmhouse.
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