Coriander Cries Wolf
8/28/2007
02:50 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (98% full).
It is currently 14:45 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 28 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and steady, and the relative humidity is 35 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Bawn: Northern Forest(#3012RA)
Dark and forboding woods stretch in all directions but the north, the trees close together as if they were soldiers closing ranks against the enemy of Man. The trees here are tall, and close off all light from above, like they were pillars in some vast cathedral to Nature. Songbirds flit between the branches and the snuffling of small animals comes from the brush if one listens close enough. The busy interstate highway to the north, though, drowns out most of the subtler sounds in that direction.
The northern edge of the bawn is marked here by the unavoidable length of Interstate 90. Near it, the sounds of traffic drown out the more natural sounds of water and wildlife. In all other directions, the traffic noise recedes into the background.
Contents:
Coriander
Obvious exits:
Interstate 90 North Lone Boulder Western Bawn Central Bawn Eastern Bawn
A simple note is left on the fridge for Coriander, written in English but spelled horribly: 'Koereeander, meet me at the North Baun too lern abowt ragabash. Yi.' Yes, the northern bawn. But, where? Venturing into the woods here, the eerie feeling of dark and forboding pervades the area. Even in the daylight, the sheer density of the trees filters the light heavily.
Note found and followed, Coriander has ventured into the northern bawn, and wondered a bit. Calling out for Yi here and there, peeking around trees and growing increasingly nervous, so much so that it shows in her light, careful steps, in her slightly hunched posture and in the way her attention whips around the forest at unexpected noises. Always followed by a relieved sigh when it ends up being nothing at all.
The fostern ragabash isn't anywhere to be found through vocal calls, but the young theurge does get a few responses in the form of a far off caw of a crow. As she continues to wander her way around the trees, the even more unnerving feeling of being watched seems to come over the area, tickling at neck hairs and chilling the spine.
Maybe she forgot. Maybe Coriander came too late. Maybe Cori's totally lost and isn't even in the north bawn anymore. Maybe a lot of things. It's the chill down her spine that motivates her to step up the search, the cub shifts into lupus, to see if she can't do with her nose what she's been unable to do with her eyes.
The world opens up to the olfactory senses keen within the wolf. What she can't see with her eyes, she detects with her much improved senses of hearing and smell. Animals of all sorts have passed by here, including wolf. The flutter of the leaves is much more pronounced in the breeze, and the heat rising off the ground brings up fermenting, fading scents. A twig snaps closeby off to the right, coming from a thick bunch of brush.
Nose toward the ground, Tenderfoot sniffs around, not catching anything of Yi, specifically, and quite disappointed. She's just about to give up and head for home when that twig snaps. The wolf's head lifts and whips over toward the sound, taking a few steps in that direction, to see what's there.
Despite her sniffing and peering, there's nothing to reveal the source of the sound save that it's from the bush. A little longer peering though, and then suddenly something very large, very black, and rather globby looking crinos leaps straight out from the plants with a heady growl. Towering over the smaller wolf, golden yellow eyes fiercely stare out, and white fangs dripping with salivation snap a little /too/ close for comfort. ~Rarr! I am a Black Spiral Dancer! Run, little cub! Run! Run, or I will eat you!~ snarls the black crinos, whose muddy looking self mixes with bloody reds and ivory white. Upon the chest, a mess of marks looks, for those familiar, like the chaotic glyph of that tribe.
Tenderfoot yelps when the creature jumps out at her, skittering backward, her tail tucks between her legs, her ears laid back, frozen for a moment as she stares back at it. The snaps of its jaws are more than enough to send the cub running off in a streak toward the caern, the picture of abject terror as she howls out for help from whoever's around.
Tenderfoot howls long and loud.
From Bawn: Northern Forest, Tenderfoot can be heard to howl, ~WyrmwyrmwyrmwyrmFireDangerwyrm!~
Out about midway on the northern bawn, miles from the I-90, goes that howl from the Child cub. Again, the white fanged jaws from the crinos snap at her tail but miss as she flees from the black form. A hastily whooping cackle follows after her, mimicking the call of a whippoorwill bird before going silent again.
[From afar, Kaz isn't actually coming /there/ yet. Kaz is doing a sweep to see if there's /other/ stuff going on.
You paged Kaz with 'How far out a sweep? And from which direction?'.]
Ankle-Biter comes running towards the sound, cub drawn to trouble like moths to a flame.
Bitter-Harvest arrives like a juggernaut, crashing and smashing through the underbrush--one that's moving as if it were half blind. His long, serpent-like tongue is hanging out of his jaws as he pants, moving at top speed toward the sound of the howl. Morgan is slower, but no less urgent, and she's coming from an entirely different direction--farmhouse-wise. She's still a short ways away.
The snap after her only spurs Tenderfoot onward, and faster. Whimpering and whining all the way as she runs away from that cackle.
[From afar, Kaz hrms. Kaz'll trust to the actual Guardians to find stuff like, /really/ far away. But once she figures out where the howls are coming from, she'll range out to up to a mile or so away, doing occasional Sense Wyrms, methinks.]
Kaz isn't actually in the area yet. (Sir Not Appearing In This Film.)
Stacey is also not actually in the area yet, but is on her way.
[You paged Kaz with 'As you get closer, there's no actual pinpoint feeling of Wyrm around. At a nearby creek a bit to the northwest further out on the bawn, there's a bunch of mud and crinos clawmarks, along with pawprints leading back in towards said bawn.'.]
The cub runs and runs, and soon finds there's nothing actively chasing her.
[From afar, Kaz follows said pawprints as best she can. (Kaz isn't the /best/ tracker ever, mind you. She's not /bad/, but there's people much better than her.)]
Bitter-Harvest continues recklessly onward toward the source of the noise, heedless of bushes and branches that get in his way. He's in danger of running right over the cub, really.
[You paged Kaz with 'Just following the prints is easy, though. Not much effort made to hide, save there's only One set of prints. Kind of gets harder when you get to more brushy parts of the forest.'.
From afar, Kaz durrrs, and shifts into lupus. So uh, does this smell like Yi?
You paged Kaz with 'It doesn't smell like anything at all.'.
You paged Kaz with 'Except, perhaps, creek mud.'.
From afar, Kaz mrrms. Follows it as long as she can, given the creek mud and stuff.]
Tenderfoot slows as she realizes nothings coming after her. Her mild confusion and relief are shortlived, however, as Bitter-Harvest comes barrelling her way. With another yelp, she changes direction, bumbling her way out of his path.
Ankle-Biter also happened to be unluckily nearby, and reaches the area before most of the adults. What is wrong? Where is the fire? Confusion!
Bitter-Harvest skids to a stop, with a small shower of loam. He looks between the two cubs, teeth bared, snake tongue lolling. ~Who are you? What's going on?~
Finally arriving on the scene, Walks-Middle (now Moonwalker) lets out a bark to let her cub know that she is near. The Ahroun looks tense, eager for a fight, as she comes charging into view in Hispo. ~Tenderfoot!~
Song-of-Luna arrives shortly after Moonwalker, though she hangs back a bit, looking around wildly. Those extra legs of hers seem to be getting in the way, and she gives a chuff of impatience as she turns to the side, sniffing.
[You paged Kaz with 'Right. As you continue to track said prints, and using Sense Wyrm on them provides no response. Up 'til you get closer to a copse of trees and denser bushes, do you see 1 crinos, covered in mud, wiping it as she moves after. (Guess who)'.]
Tenderfoot ends up /behind/ Ankle-Biter, huddled to the ground and shaking, her tail still between her legs as she stares up at Bitter-Harvest. When Bitter-Harvest looks their way, though, Tenderfoot takes off running again, howling out again. And louder still when she hears her Elder, adjusting her path to run in Walks-Middle's direction.
[From afar, Kaz bulks into hispo, and snarls quietly in question. It's not aggressive, but really really curious.]
Bitter-Harvest snarls, irritated. He looks around, ears and eyes straining in the absence of his more valuable sense in this form, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
Ankle-Biter turns around in circles a few times, utterly confused. What? She decides to head over towards the CoGgie elder, a familiar smell. What's going on, what's wrong, is there Wyrm?
Bad-Penny sprints into the area with little in the way of stealth, only pausing every so often to glance around him or to sniff at the air. The wolf's fur bristles about his shoulders and upper back, his tail raised whenever he's not running in a display of irritation.
Moonwalker slows as the cub reaches her, her entire posture screaming concern and confusion. ~What is it, Tenderfoot?~ she growls, peering around as the others gather. ~Where is the enemy?~
[You paged Ears with 'As the crinos turns, you can't smell a thing out of her. Covered in creek mud to the point of being nearly black with it, the only marks on her are patches of familiar rusty red fur where she's not fully worked the dirt in, and a white patch on her chest where she's managed to make a chaotic looking Black Spiral Dancer glyph blatantly on it.'.]
All the snarling and growling seems to only come from the Garou themselves who have gathered at Tenderfoot's call. The rest of the forest sounds quite at peace.
And there's not a scent of smoke and fire to be had anywhere.
Tenderfoot nearly runs right into Moonwalker, but moves to duck behind her. Thatwaythatway! Looking back the way she just ran from, of course.
Bitter-Harvest prowls in the direction that Tenderfoot points out, eyes and ears straining as he looks from one side to the other. He's not running this time, he's being a bit more careful.
Song-of-Luna indicates that she doesn't smell anything. No fire.
Stacey looks up and sniffs in that direction. ~Cubs behind me, keep back,~ she orders, ~The rest of us will search, look for any sign of the danger. Sense for Wyrm if you can.~
[From afar, Ears hum. As GM, does Wyrm spoor overwhelm Scent of Running Water?I mean, I would assume I've met previous Dancer Ragabashes.
Ears pages: ... And do they smell of Wyrm even when they're scentless, is the question.
You paged Ears with 'They would, as I imagine Sense Wyrm is a Spiritual sense not an Actual sense of smell. And no, this crinos does not smell of the Wyrm. Care to take a Closer look?'.]
Ankle-Biter snuffles towards Tenderfoot, being herded back. You okay? Someone hurt you? Don't mind me, I'm just a little cub!
Bitter-Harvest looks over his shoulder for a moment. ~Someone should stay with the cubs,~ he growls. ~We don't know where our enemy is.~ He continues to move forward, all working senses straining.
Bad-Penny slowly stalks through the woods when he hears the growling and snarls off in the brush, lowering his head a bit. The wolf quietly makes his way around them on the side, cautiously searching for whatever the danger may be.
[From afar, Ears takes a step or two closer; she relaxes slightly, but not at all completely, and stays in hispo. ~This a test of the Emergency Garou System, I take it?~]
Almost /bit/ me! Tenderfoot answers the other cub, more that happy to hang back at her Elder's order. A little more relaxed now that others are here, but still shaking from her near miss.
Song-of-Luna flicks her ear and turns her head. What almost bit the cub?
[Long distance to Ears: Runner fully turns so you can see her, and barks a laugh. She looks almost Too pleased with herself, grinning like a mad ragabash and follows it with a Dancer's characteristic call, but softer, to demonstrate. ~Yes, quite.~]
For those straaaaining at the senses, not too far after some prowling forth is there the sound of a barking laugh. It follows with a whistle that sounds all much like a whippoorwill, made from a crinos' throat.
Ankle-Biter seems nervous, clearly believing that something happened, but not hearing the sounds over all the growling and stomping.
[From afar, Ears snorts her grudging approval, mutters, ~Back inna bit,~ and turns to lope toward where she remembers the cub being.]
Bitter-Harvest goes very still, one paw raised, ears straight up. He looks like a pointer-dog. He's been using Mother's Tongue, but now he switches to lupus. Walks-Middle, wyrm-wolves. Did you hear?
[Long distance to Ears: Runner quickly dispels the Scent of Running Water gift, and her scent returns to mix with that of the mud all over her being. ~Wait, Ears, I'll go with you.~ She lopes after, moving with her head held high.]
~Song-Of-Luna, remain with the cubs,~ growls Moonwalker softly, then trots forward to join Abraxas, letting out a growl. Yes. We will move closer, see how great the enemy is. And saying that, she moves in the direction the whistle was last heard.
Bitter-Harvest moves alongside the other Ahroun. He doesn't shift down, but he does go as quietly as he can now--no more rampant bush destruction. Tell this one if you smell anything. This one can't smell.
Tenderfoot doesn't hear, either, which is probably a good thing. She does, however, flop down to the ground in a heap as the bigger, badder, more experienced garou move off.
Song-of-Luna plants herself next to the two cubs, and shifts up into her birth form. She chuffs acknowledgment of the order. ~Cubs stay here, with me.~
Bad-Penny stops when he hears the sound of the whippoorwill, bending his legs down to bring him closer to the ground. The wolf shifts to Hispo before he continues on a crooked line, heading towards the source of the noise and the general area of the earlier heard ruckus.
Ankle-Biter looks a little nervous about the multi-armed brute protecting them, but nobody else seems to be. She tries to stand alert, ready to protect the poor Gaian cub if anything else happens.
Tenderfoot doesn't even look tempted to disobey Song-of-Luna, she just stays put, looking off after the others.
It's the group of Bitter-Harvest, Moon-Walker, and Bad-Penny who come upon them. A large blackened, scarred up crinos, covered in what looks like wet and partly dried creek mud to the point the ruddy red patches beneath are brown. Only on the chest, where the fur is ivory white, is there a chaotic glyph made from the contrast. The glyph of the Black Spiral Dancers blatantly displayed upon the chest of the taller warformed Garou. And beside her, a black, white and grey hispo with enlarged, batwing-like ears that just scream out the mutation of a Black Spiral Dancer as well. The pair travel at an easy lope, looking confident and one might consider as bemused - at least on the crinos' part.
Meanwhile, back with Morgan and the cubs, there's not a sound to disturb the forest again around them.
Ears falls immediately back into homid once she meets up with the group. "Yo. False alarm," she says. "Or, really, not false; an attempt to make sure we're alert."
Tenderfoot shifts into homid as things seem to have quieted down back with Song-of-Luna and Ankle-Biter, letting out a heavy breath and sitting herself back against a nearby tree.
Bitter-Harvest stares at Ears blankly for a moment. Hispo is about as bad as lupus for concealing emotions, and so where he might have put on an unreadable face in homid, in this form his fury is very, very easy to see. ~This was a /trick/?~
Moonwalker freezes as they spot what /seem/ to be enemy Garou approaching, her lips pulling back in a silent snarl as she starts to coil in preparation of an attack. The only thing that stops her, however, is Ears' words, and she finally does let out a growl, this one with more confusion mixed into it. ~False alarm?!~
Melodie also shifts up to Homid. "Hey, you okay? I'm allowed to come out of wolf now, see!" She sticks out her hand. "Melodie Rodriguez, also Ankle Biter, but still a Black Fury Philodox Cub, pleased to re-meet you!" She goes through the ritual, hoping it will help calm down the poor kid. "I think we're safe now, huh?"
Bad-Penny stalks up on the flank of the other 'enemies' on the right, perking his ears in the direction of them and the other group. The Garou stays low to the ground and eyes them, listening quietly.
Coriander takes Melodie's hand, her shake a bit weak, "Coriander, nice to re-meet you, too. And yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm okay. Just shaken, is all." She gives a nod to Melodie's last point, though, agreeing.
Runner starts to wipe off the mud on her chest, thus smearing the Dancer glyph right on her fur. A flash of her fangs in clear humor makes up for all the high tension. ~This was a test, of the Emergency Guardian System. This was only a test,~ chortles the crinos with a glance to her homid-form tribal elder beside her. It's followed with another look about. ~Where is the cub, Tenderfoot?~
Song-of-Luna remains quiet. She seems alert, though anyone paying attention closely might note she isn't nearly as tense as she was a few minutes ago.
Bitter-Harvest's lips curl back from his teeth as his ears flatten, and his neckfur hackles. He gives a long, low growl of displeasure, and rakes the ground with one front paw. Tricked? A /joke/?
Kaz tells Abraxas, "A /test/, for a Caern that has /fallen/ in the past."
It takes a moment, but Moonwalker eventually starts to ease out of her tension. Just slightly, as a bit of amusement begins to creep into her posture as she observes Runner. ~Well tested, Ragabash,~ she notes. ~Tenderfoot!~ she then calls in a short howl. ~Come here, come see your Fire!~
Bitter-Harvest snarls. He, apparently, does not appreciate the humor. And logical reasons? Well, it is full moon. The ground gets another raking as he turns, bristling, and begins to stalk off. Fury and thin lines of humiliation trace his body language as he goes.
There's a look toward Song-of-Luna, but then Cori gets up to her feet and makes her way toward Stacey's call. Trepidacious, but obedient, at least. Jumping out of Bitter-Harvest's way, again, as he leaves.
Melodie follows Cori back to the elders, not entirely sure this isn't trick part two.
Kaz watches him go, slightly regretful.
Song-of-Luna trails along behind the cubs, on all fours, with her second pair of arms curled up around her torso.
Bad-Penny walks out of the woods at a slow pace from the right flank of the two other Gnawers, standing just long enough to make his presence known before he drifts back into the woods the way he came.
~Oh come on, Brings-the-Bitter-Harvest of Sour Grapes! It was not a joke in pure jest!~ calls Runner after the departing Shadow Lord. ~Much,~ she rumbles quietly though, grinning at the Gaian elder and those with her. Once Morgan and the cubs arrive, Coriander gets to see the object of her terror. Runs-the-Gauntlet, still wiping off mud and grime from her fur, stands amongst the others. Basil's note draws the fostern ragabash's attention off to a side, and a significantly longer few seconds is given him before Yi turns back and lifts a muddy claw to wave at Coriander. ~Ah! The Wolf Who Cries Wolf! All is well, do not worry!~
Kaz hails the cubs with a wave. "Yo. Y'all are good folks. You rock."
Melodie looks really baffled still. "Wait, you guys were just shitting her? Why?"
Coriander gets to the scene and stands there a moment, looking over Runner, especially. There's a slow blink as things register, particularly at the call from Yi. "I..." She looks over at Stacey, then back to Yi. Speechless, apparently.
Bitter-Harvest whirls about so fast that he sends yet more loose dirt flying. The snarl he gives Runner is at first wordless, though the look is one of sheer murder. ~Do not. Mock. My. Name.~ he gets out after a moment, between snarls and hisses. ~You should be careful that your little /tests/ don't end up like that Boy Who Cried Wolf story did.~ And he attempts to stalk off again.
Moonwalker steps over to Coriander as the cub approaches. ~You did well to call for aid when you believed there was danger,~ she hastens to note. ~A Spiral is not something a lone cub could or should take on alone.~
Runner's tongue lolls out of her jaws - those same jaws with those ivory fangs that had snapped at the poor, terrified theurge cub minutes earlier. The smile turns placating at Abraxas' soured snarl, but Yi apparently continues to be undaunted. ~Should that ever come to pass, Bitter-Harvest, and the Guardians do not come when help is called for, then I will gladly die defending this place on my own.~ She turns back to Cori and Melodie, a fierce and toothy grin given to them both. ~Ask a ragabash for a lesson on tricks, and you shall receive. No trick we pull, no question asked, is without its reason. Right?~ She looks over to Stacey, muzzle dipping. ~I believe I have performed my task of teaching your cub. If it so meets your satisfaction, Walks-the-Middle-Road.~
Kaz shakes her head at Melodie. "Shitting her, no. Testing for a reason, yes. Difference. For one thing, there's no malice intended, in this one."
Bitter-Harvest looks for a moment as though he's going to turn again--Runner's words obviously rankle--but instead he puts his head down and quickens his pace away from the scene of the would-be attack.
"Yi-rhya..." Coriander starts, her tone wavering, "With all due respect to your rank and position... You're a jerk!" Despite her words, she huffs out a relieved chuckle and takes in a deep breath. "And I don't think I'll need another lesson on the ragabash for a long, long time."
Melodie seems surprised at Coriander's reaction. "Huh, I'd've punched him if I were you. Guess that's why I'm not a Child of Gaia, huh?" She smirks.
Moonwalker looks even more amused at Coriander's reaction, then looks back toward Yi. ~Indeed. Thank you for your assistance in teaching the cub of your Auspice.~ Turning back to look at the cub, she adds, ~What /did/ you learn of the Ragabash today? Or in general.~
Kaz admits, "I almost did, too, for a sec, when I found her. But then I got a handle on my lizard brain and thought awhile."
Runner laughs again, a panting half-bark followed by a movement away. From there, she drops to all fours and shakes heavily, splattering mud in all directions. More brown than black for the mudflinging, she drops to a stoop and continues grinning. ~Her,~ she corrects Melodie after a moment.
Song-of-Luna has been pretty quiet for the past few minutes. Her nose twitches as she turns her head, sniffing, and then whatever interested her seems to be set aside. The metis meanders a few feet away and then sits down, with her back half turned toward the others.
"What did I learn? Several things." Cori looks over at Stacey, "As far as the ragabash, I guess I learned that they keep everyone on their toes, make the others think outside their own box and see things for a new angle. And In general, I learned not to poke a stick at the sleeping snake, right." The last said with a slow nod to Yi. "And that if you make a fool of yourself around here, a lot of people find out about it."
Moonwalker gives an approving chuff at that, ending in something closer to a wolfish chuckle at the cub's last words. ~Howling about the Wyrm should be taken seriously. Not in that you were wrong to howl, but that it is /good/ that it was answered. You acted as you should have, even if there ended up being no danger, and you don't need to feel foolish about that.~
Kaz shakes her head as emphatically as possible. "You were being a good guardian of the Caern. You were alert to trouble even if it turned out it wasn't trouble. You din' make no fool of y'self. Honest t'shit."
~But you have to admit,~ Runner points out with a snorted snicker, ~it was pretty funny.~
Kaz regards Yi for a very long moment, one fist tightening. "Not so much," she eventually says.
Melodie listens carefully. "Yeah, you gotta protect the Caern, an' you probably couldn't have taken two of 'em, if they were real, getting the guardians is good. Hard to do with the full moon up, too!"
Coriander gives Runner a flat stare at her words, also taking a moment to respond. When she does, it's just to step forward and throw a punch at her arm. Without much seriousness behind it. "Funny! I almost /fainted/ I was so scared!"
Stacey finally shifts up into her birth firm, giving Melodie a look of approval before returning her attention to the others. "What do you say to returning to the farmhouse for some ice cream or somethin' t' relax, celebrate you not fainting?" She winks before growing still as the light punch is thrown, watching Yi's reaction to it.
Runner looks back at Kaz, and after a moment her ears tilt back a touch. Her gaze averts back to the Gaians gathered, and the crinos'd fostern takes the punch with an exaggerated rock to a side. ~I prepared for that situation as well. There /is/ a creek not too far away...~ considers the ragabash aloud. ~Anyways, I apologize for scaring you, young one. The Wyrm is indeed, not a laughing matter.~ Her nose pokes out, large pink tongue flicking out to lick the Gaian theurge against her cheek lightly.
Song-of-Luna eventually stands to make her own way through the trees, though in a decidedly different direction than the angry Shadow Lord.
This gets a grin from Kaz. She mutters, "I oughta go patrol my own turf, actually. But I'll catch you guys later." She turns away, then adds, over her shoulder, "I guess it was /kinda/ funny." She limps off.
"A creek," Coriander repeats with a shake of her head. She takes the lick to her face with a smile, no hard feelings, apparently. "Ice cream?" She replies to Stacey, head shaking again, "Yeah, maybe after a smoke. A long one. Yi, you /owe/ me, ya know?"
Melodie decides the drama is over. "Okay, meet you back at the farmhouse, okay? Later tonight. I gotta do a few things, but I do like ice cream!" She bolts off into the woods, hopefully knowing what she's doing.
Stacey grins at both Runner and Coriander, chuckling as the girl mentions needing a smoke. "Well, once you're ready. I'll make sure there actually /is/ ice cream left." She shifts her weight from one foot to another, and then, as if she just couldn't help it once it's just the three of them, she adds, "And speakin' of celebrating..." She grins. "I just found out I passed my Challenge, earlier."
And thus, waiting until all the others have moved off, Yi also stands with another smile at Coriander. ~Owe you?~ questions the no-moon with a surprised, mock-indignant sniff. ~I taught you a lesson! One that, hopefully, is not easily forgotten.~ Splaying her ears in a side to side flattened tilt, the Gnawer grins. That grin grows at Stacey's announcement, switching back to surprise at the young ahroun. It's evidenced by the sudden stand-up of the Gnawer's ears. ~You've passed?! Well, that /is/ cause to celebrate!~
"Yeah, but you /also/ scared me half to bits," Coriander replies, negotiating, apparently. "Don't worry, I won't forget. I'd hate to have to be taught a lesson by you again. I never had to deal with this crazy stuff on the commune. Ah, no offence." She looks over at Stacey, though, a wide grin for her announcement, "You did!?" Cori lets out a whopping cheer and embraces her Elder in a congratulatory hug.
Stacey chuckles at the talk of owing, then grins at both of their reactions. "I did! Jamethon gave me the name of Walks-The-Path-Of-The-Moon," she adds, laughing as she returnings Coriander's hug. "Everyone who helped me did amazingly well. It was an honor to lead them. So, I'm definitely in a mood for ice cream or somethin' celebration-like."
~Walks-the-Path-of-the-Moon,~ Runner rumbles out, trying it in the Garou Tongue. ~Moonwalker. A good name. Strong name for you, Moonwalker-yuf.~ She considers a bit further with a tap of a muddied claw on her chin, and then looks to them both. ~I should wash off if I am to present myself at the farmhouse. Ears-to-the-Ground would have my pelt for bringing /this/,~ the no-moon chuckles with an indication to her matted, muddy fur, ~into the farmhouse. Perhaps I will see you both later?~
"Oh yeah, we're celebrating. You sure you don't want a smoke, too?" Coriander offers to Stacey. She looks over at Yi, a light smirk appearing, "I hear there's a creek nearby." She gives a nod to her question, though, "Yeah, we'll met up with you." Then she turns back to Stacey with a nod in question, toward the farmhouse before starting to walk that way herself. "Damn crazy garou." Muttered.
Stacey grins at Yi's response to her name, nodding. "Thank you. And we'll definitely be seeing you later, Yi-yuf." She then lifts a hand in a brief farewell before heading back with Coriander, chuckling at her muttered words. The smoking question is left unanswered.
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