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7/22/2007

02:11 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (52% full).
It is currently 14:07 Pacific Time on Sun Jul 22 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 69 degrees Fahrenheit (20 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.08 and steady, and the relative humidity is 81 percent. The dewpoint is 63 degrees Fahrenheit (17 degrees Celsius.)

Bawn: Eastern Forest(#2990RA)
Gradually, the dense forest gives way to more mixed vegetation, as trees become less pervasive and undergrowth takes over. Spotty clearings filled with short scrub and bushes dominate the forest floor, with only a few game trails to make paths through the tangled growth. The forest that is here seems to loom, as if resenting handing over land to lesser plants. Small rustlings come from the bushes and patches of high grass. Who knows what is concealed here?
To the north, the sounds of the interstate are audible in the distance, while to the east, the ground begins to rise into tumbled piles of rocks and shallow gullies.
Contents:
Silvertip
Obvious exits:
Bone Arches  Into the Caern  Southern Bawn  Northern Bawn  Central Bawn  Eastern Mountains  

For once, Yi is not traveling out on patrol. Instead she's sitting atop one of the fallen trees of the forest. Perched, in fact, looking towards the east in the direction of a certain bluff. In her hand, she's sharpening one of her knives on a block of stone, using the motion steadily as a bit of a calming agent, staving off motions of impatience and stress.

With Yi as distracted as she is, Little Silvertip gets close, the white wolf seemingly sneaking about the bawn as if he's trying to lose some unseen stalker. He sniffs silently at the other from about 5 metres away, before, at once, he hops up on the fallen tree's trunk. The trunk bounces a little as he gets on it.

Yi starts as the trunk unexpectedly moves, immediately broken from her reverie. The knife is reflexively turned in to a defensive grip, held out and at the ready as she stands. But it's after she sees the white wolf, watches him a moment to indentify, and then comes to recognize him that she lowers the knife. "Silvertip," she greets vaguely. "I was hoping to see you around."

Silvertip plods along the trunk, the thing bouncing a little under his weight - Apparently, he's not a very light fellow. He comes up to Yi, sniffing at the gnawer a few times up close. His voice raises into a wordless question.

Yi in fact slips the knife and sharpening stone away to a holder on her person somewhere as the Uktena comes closer. "I taught Hummingbird," she explains. "I would have taught him more, but he was very new to understanding."

Silvertip doesn't waste much time in response, plodding a step or two back from Yi. Mother's tongue, please, he responds rather levelly. Not want to think about monkey babble today.

Yi blinks a few times at the ahroun. Then with an understanding smile, nods and steps back to shift to the warform. Another second of shaking out her fur, and she repeats herself. ~I taught Hummingbird Comes From The Mountain a minor rite. I felt as I was trying to teach him Rite of the Questing Stone, that he did not understand me. So instead I taught him the minor rite I learned that lead to my understanding of the Questing Stone... the Dance of Lights.~

Silvertip's face draws down into an irate look, the wolf not at all pleased to hear this. His tail raises up behind him. This one will not break the trade trade, he all but growls out. But it is /not/ an honourable trade.

Runner's ears tilt back on her head as his tail rises. She holds up her hands, pawpads out to offer a more 'back off' gesture. ~I would have gladly taught him if he understood more. It would have been useless to teach him a rite if he did not understand what it meant. But I am not finished with what I had to say, Silvertip-yuf.~

Silvertip's temper doesn't lessen at all, but the ahroun clenches his teeth, and stares up at the Gnawer expectantly, waiting for her to finish. The growl dies down to a rumble in his chest.

~I asked Hummingbird to guard for me again,~ continues Runner. ~And in that trade I will teach him something else, more suited for our shared auspice. For the trade between you and me, for the knives, I will still teach whoever you name. I have not found the one you named before, from long ago. And Pierces-the-Ice, your sister, I have not scented on these lands in quite some time. So, there are still open ends to the strings we hold. I do not want them to fray. I will finish what I have started, Silvertip-yuf. Hummingbird, he can come and learn from me again. The Rite of the Questing Stone, though, must wait until he has learned more about the basics of rituals.~

Silvertip's tension slowly bleeds out of him, his tail moving again as it swishes down to a more neutral height. His hackles aren't quite down yet, though. This one's sister will be back, he states very bluntly, maybe even a little instantly. This one would not want her to teach Hummingbird things this one can teach him, as part of Three Blades' trade to Little Silvertip. Cannot stop her, he adds in concession.

Runner quirks her head at the ahroun then, ears flicking. ~I did not know that. Did not know you knew of those rites. And you did not say before, so that is sometimes what happens when things are not said clearly.~ With a flick of her tail in a neutral shrug, the Gnawer continues on without mentioning the Wendigo, and instead asks a question. ~Does this mean you know the Rite of the Questing Stone, and do not want me to teach it to Hummingbird?~

Not as part of this one's trade to Runner, Little Silvertip replies, his tone still fairly serious. She can teach it to him for other things, if she wants. Also teach it for the trade, but this one will not be happy then.

Runner folds her arms across her chest, looking a little exasperated, a little frustrated. ~What should I teach him then?~ she asks of the ahroun plainly.

Silvertip wants Runner to teach him Fool-Moon things, or rites this one does not know. Or teach his sister-alpha rites this one does not know. Things that make Good trade. His hackles, slowly, begin to smooth as well.

Runner gradually stoops, folding down enough that she's below Silvertip's raised eye level. Her ears remain slightly tilted back. ~How will I teach him things you do not know, if even I do not know what you know?~ she queries, her head tilting.

Silvertip takes a few steps on the log, pawing at the bark a few times absently. Knows finding thing with rock. Knows rite for joining things to garou. Knows other rites, but they are not ones Runner would be good at. Spirit rites.

Runner at that, looks just a bit insulted. ~You do not know what I could be good at unless I try them and fail,~ she retorts. ~And even then, I could try more than once until I succeed. Until I understand. That is how I learned from Brings-the-Buffalo-Home, how I learned from Soulcatcher and Hope-Star.~

Silvertip's head tips to one side. Can Runner talk at spirits, and have spirits talk at her, and both understand? He asks, curiosity creeping into his posture.

Runner licks at her muzzle as she's questioned. Her eyes, though, cast down as she chuffs negatively in lupus. ~Once, long ago. When I was learning the Ways of this sept from the Wendigo here, when I was bonded to Salmon. Back then, I knew the secret to speaking to spirits. No longer, though.~

Silvertip sniffs a few times, before he flicks an ear at the Crinos. Probably not know them, then. he decides, rather easily. Hard to know without the gift.

Runner looks back up at the ahroun, sniffing lightly. ~One day, perhaps I will. But until then I will keep learning. Keep searching. Maybe if the Guardians were bonded as those of your pack were, when you were Guardian.~

Silvertip gives a bit of a lupine 'shrug' at that, like he's terribly indifferent on the matter. Runner can teach his packmates those things, but this one will not be happy. But, he did not say no teach those things when he made trade, he adds, as if annoyed with himself.

Runner lifts a claw to gesture placatingly. ~I will remember what you mean. As one born of the no-moon, I should have thought more deeply too, saw what you mean without your saying. So, I will teach Hummingbird what I can. Maybe this was Gaia's way to remind me about the pact between the Pure Ones and the Bone Gnawers made here, not long ago.~

Silvertip's ears flick forward, and his head turns to one side. There's confusion writ large across the arctic wolf's posture.

Runner blinks at the ahroun, then explains, ~Soulcatcher, when he was elder of the Wendigo, made a pact with the Bone Gnawer elder, Shadow Eyes. That the tribes would teach each other some of their ways. It was not an easy pact to hold, but I do try to honor it when I can.~

[Log note: In actuality, it was Leonard Little Bear and Kaz Ears-to-the-Ground who worked out this pact, but hey...  Yi's not a galliard.]

Silvertip's eyes squint, the arctic wolf sniffing absently in Yi's direction. Soulcatcher is not wendigo elder anymore. This one isn't wendigo. The latter is added with a bit of emphasis, like he needs to really establish that fact.

Runner almost falls into a distanced look, losing herself to a memory, before Silvertip's insistence tugs her back. The Gnawer rubs at her face with a clawed hand, standing again. ~Sorry. I do know that. I was just, remembering a happier time,~ the ragabash explains helplessly. Taking a moment to shake off, she gazes back down to the white wolf when she recomposes herself. ~Maybe one day the Gnawers and Uktena could teach each other, too.~

Silvertip offers a very unconvincing 'maybe', shaking himself off before he starts down the log some. If this one finds any cubs that want to live in Scab, when they rite, he might ask Runner.

Runner reacts rather quickly to that, in a glad bit of surprise as her ears come forward. Rather than reply with any verbal sort of note, she dips her head in grateful acceptance of the acknowledgment. As he turns to leave, so does she, in a different direction. ~Good hunting, Silvertip-yuf.~

Silvertip lumbers up and along the log, away from the Gnawer Crinos without any sort of farewell. When he reaches the end of the broken tree, the white wolf hops off, disappearing back into the underbrush.

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