Meeting Michelle Prettybird
3/15/2007
01:16 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (22% full).
It is currently 13:16 Pacific Time on Thu Mar 15 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.37 and falling, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Two Eagles Bluff(#3332RJ)
To the northeast, the foothills climb upwards into the steep, snow-capped crags and mountains. Here, the tall summer grasses bend in sporadic waves as the wind dances on the bluff. The evergreens and aspens give way to an open field that lends itself to a panoramic and picturesque view to the south and east. A small stream wends its way unobtrusively through the eastern edge of the mountain's crags, the scent and sound of trickling water clear on the hesitant but almost incessant breeze. Wildflowers litter the green of the grass, coloring them with touches of violet and bright oranges, yellows and blues. Tucked in along the sloped wall of the forested foothills to the northeast is a well-worn section of ground.
Contents:
Michelle
Obvious exits:
Stream Cave Trail
The weather takes to a chill tilt today, and the clouded skies are pregnant with the promise of more rain amidst the light drips. That rain however, holds vibrant life and the plants all stretch upwards in hopes to demonstrate such vitality, nourishment, and thanks. It's through this incredible scape of pure wilderness that a Gnawer fostern travels, nose to the ground or to tree and rock, sniffing for the inevitable marker of territories. And when she does find it, her expression moves from a tracking focus to a pleased jaunt. Success. Runner lifts her head, belting out a hearty howl of hello to the Wendigo up on the bluff. It is punctuated with a query asking for permission to enter.
After a moment there's a return howl, a sort of: 'I hear you' although the sound is masked in suspicion. Who are you? Comes next, quickly followed by a: Wait where you are. It's not long before a small reddish grey wolf comes lopping up, looking at the same time confused and unsure. Hi. She greets the other wolf, upon observing that she's not a Black Spiral Dancer.
[look Left-Behind aka Michelle (lupus)]
This wolf is rather small and unintimidating, with a carefull, almost dainty look about her. Her fur is mostly gray, ranging from light and silvery on her face, to dark and clouded along her spine. Around her muzzle and ears her fur is a reddish brown, like someone mixed rust bits with dried blood.
Oh, how innocent the cub looks and acts, so good thing the Gnawer is only just. Runner stays put, her ears slanted out as she gauges the answer she receives, and eventually turns to face Left-Behind after pinpointing her approach. If her manner and attitude as she stands tall doesn't give her away as an older and experienced Garou, then who knows what will. I am Runs-the-Gauntlet, young one. No-moon of the Bone Gnawers, Fostern, she introduces herself, coming up to greet her with tail flagged. She is, though, curious and thus sniffing deeply to scent out the small Wendigo.
Left-Behind quickly lowers her tail and lets out a soft whine in sorry, although she can't suppress a brief look of disgust as Runner announces her tribe. Left-Behind. Theurge cub of the Wendigo. She introduces herself. Are you looking for someone?
Runner quite notices that look of disgust. Her fur puffs slightly, allowing herself a moment of visible anger at the insult, before she smoothes everything down again. I will look for them myself, if you will leave me be to pass through your tribe's lands, replies the ragabash.
Left-Behind's ears slick back and she tucks her tail. Sorry! Sorry! She chirps. Well, at least she's got submission down. If Pierces-Ice lets you go on our territory, then go ahead. She says, still uncertain and now nervous to boot.
Runner looks down her sharp nose for a moment longer before she relents on the anger, and moves past the cub to nudge the young wolf in the shoulder reassuringly. No need to worry. I am not an enemy. I seek Pierces-the-Ice or Howls-Accord, to teach them. Her amusement comes back as she circles around the cub, moving rather easily despite the number of scars that mar her. So they call you Left-Behind? Do they always do so?
Left-Behind lets out a soft huff, relaxing somewhat. Pierces-Ice was here two days ago. I don't know where she is now. But I haven't seen Howls-Accord for a long, long time. At Runner's question she tilts her head to the side and answers a no. First they called me Protests-too-Much, then Whistling-Kettle. Now it's Left-Behind. She opens her jaw in slight amusement.
Runner comes to a stop once more in front of the cub, ears jauntily splayed. She finds the name to be most fitting. One of my first packmates, Two-Souls he was called. Soulcatcher was another name. He was also of the seer's moon. A nostalgia overcomes the ragabash for a fleeting moment. Then she looks back to the cub, snapping back to reality. How fares your tribe's lands then, Left-Behind?
Left-Behind's ears prick in interest. I am the only Pure One seer here. I've only met one other Seer, and that was a cub. She further relaxes when she realizes Runner once packed with a Wendigo. We're alright. Rags-Torn-to-Rags wrote bad stuff on our den, and there's a Bone Gnawer who claimed territory right next to ours, and won't move. But otherwise we're alright.
A Bone Gnawer? Kills-the-Cries, the fostern assumes with a snort. A passing confusion at the claimed actions washed over her. Runner huffs herself, minor frustration and worry accompanying the thoughts that bounce from her brain to express with her ears. What /is/ he thinking? Then, Runner glances back to the cub once again. That is good. It has been some time since I visited Rainbow Lake. It has been a long long time since Little Bear, a singer moon of your tribe and also my once packmate, was here. Again, more concern and worry flits over her. How is the lake now? The buffalo, the salmon, they are good?
Left-Behind's ears twitch thoughtfully as she hears of Wendigo come and gone. The lake is healthy. The bison are happy, the fish are happy, the spirits are... spirits. The Theurge's tongue lolls out a bit, and she tips her head to a side. Did there used to be lots of Wendigo here? She asks.
Runner looks relieved to hear such reports. That is good, very good, she chuffs with a sit down onto the ground. Good that the Children of the North Wind have a seer with them to keep the spirits healthy and happy. She looks upon Left-Behind, growing confident, reassured. At the cub's question, Runner tilts her ears back in thought. From when I first came to even before. There have been many. Since I came, never has this place been lacking in the Pure Ones, even if their numbers were few once before. Little Brother or Elder Brother, both have been here. She curls the edges of her lips, jaw dropping into a wolfish smile. Long ago when I first came, the Wendigo and the Bone Gnawers agreed they would teach other's cubs. I wonder if Pierces-the-Ice and Fat-Ripper would hold to that agreement.
Left-Behind at first looks surprised at the agreement, and then pauses to think. Howls-Accord said she was taught by a Bone Gnawer. Ears-to-the-Ground The cub remembers, giving a faint flick of her ears. And Pierces-Ice said she was going to ask a Bone Gnawer to teach me Seer things.
Runner twitches her ears up in surprise, and looks well pleased to hear of such. Well then, I will ask Pierces-the-Ice about that when I find her. The fostern gets up again to shake her fur out, throwing off a few inhibitions and worries weighing on her. A golden amber eye turns onto the cub. You should ask your elders to bring you to the Burial Mounds some time. The stories of your tribe are there along with the stories of those long passed. I know you are not of the singer's moon, but if you wish to learn about some of the Wendigo who have come long before... there is a good place to look as well.
Left-Behind's tail waves from side to side, and she shifts her weight around each paw. I can go there myself now! She claims proudly. Pierces-Ice lets me go to the bawn. The Wendigo cub lets out a soft huff, and promises to go there and look.
Runner lolls her tongue out, echoing the pride of the cub and encouraging it. You know the Wendigo were keepers of this caern, long ago? The story of the Hidden Walk before it was the Hidden Walk must still survive, somewhere. When Buffalo, Magpie and Cougar came, and the Garou fought the Ice King...
Left-Behind jumps a little from side to side, seeming to have picked up some energy somewhere from this cloudy day. I know this was our caern. She replies with ease. But I don't know about the Ice King. Who's he?
Runner flicks her ears back, a little concerned of her own position at this point. The Ice King is a tale I heard only a few times. It was Cougar's sacrifice that stopped the Ice King, a spirit filled with hate against a bloodline of the Wendigo, so strong with hate it sprang from the depths of the deep, deep Umbra to destroy many caerns. She looks back to the seer cub, shifting her own weight slight as she sits in place. It is a story better heard under the full moon, by a talesinger with better talents. Her jaw drops slightly into a wry like grin.
Left-Behind's ears prick with interest, and she mirror's Runner's grin. I'll ask Long-Suffering then. She's a good moon-dancer. She gives her fur a shake, and glances up at the sky as the sound of thunder cracks off in the distance. Cougar is one of my spirits. She says with a grin.
A very good spirit it is to have. Cougar knows no running away from the enemy, Runner comments with a rumble. Her eyes and ears prick forward at the sound of thunder, and her tongue slips up to lick at her muzzle. Ah, the rain comes again soon. Will you be all right, finding shelter? The Gnawer stands, blinking towards the distance and back to the seer cub.
Left-Behind's ears twitch and she huffs an agreement. I'll be alright. She replies. There's the longhouse. And trees. She shifts her weight around a bit more as the Ragabash stands, ready to head off.
Runner dips her head in a 'nod', the first particularly human action out of the lupus'd ragabash. Then, I have but one favor to ask. When you see Pierces-the-Ice or Howls-Accord, please tell your elders I will be searching for them. Circle Keeper has asked me to teach them for trade. I will be on the bawn. She turns towards the west, looking intent to head back to the protective territory of the Guardians, and glances back.
Left-Behind chuffs out her acknowledgment, promising she will. At that moment, there's another roll of thunder and a flash of lightning, much closer this time. A few raindrops begin to patter down - the start of a storm. Left-Behind blinks up as her fur starts to get wet, and huffs Runner a brief goodbye, grinning slightly, before moving off to head back to Rainbow Lake.
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