2017.12.21: Rite of the Winter Winds

Rite of the Winter Winds
The day of the winter solstice, major storm hitting Prospect and most of California.
IC Date	December 21st, 2017
Players	Alecto, Billy, Brooke, Connor, Dragomir, George, Halle, Halona, Iris, Jake Miller, Journey, Maria, Sergei, Terminal Velocity, Zephyr's Hand
Location	The Caern
Spheres	Gaian Garou

The Mega-Storm Titan seems to have taken on a personality all of its own, massive and blowing out in all directions once it's struck land. Winds blowing fiercely and shattering resolve like windows of an old factory. The snow has begun to dump over the area, and most of the forest and bawn is covered in various depths of snow. At times merely an inch, and other times a few feet from the wind drifts.

The trees ache and whine at the blistering cold as the wind cuts through their branches and warps their wood to force them to lay back against the pressure. The sun has been absent for too long, having died before the Storm and unheard of since. Even Luna's face is absent with the thick clouds and blistering cold snowy winds whipping through the area.

The last 48 hours have been very intense, some prophetic warning helped get the ball rolling and in the final moments a call to arms was made. The Elders have been working hard to prepare for something, just what, is anyone's guess.

Banebreaker is waiting. She stands tall, her back against the wind, snow sticking to the fur of her crinos form. There are twelve large fires set up on the periphery of the bawn and one incredibly large central fire above the Caern center. Each fire has a troop of protectors, mostly cubs, who guard the fires from the wind and from anything that may try to interrupt the ritual. Each fire is JUST visible in the night from the one before it, off in the distance.

Banebreaker stands near the main fire, the snow melting even as it hits her fur. Her face is stern, commanding, chin up ever so slightly, stance wide, arms crossed over her chest. As people gather and take up their positions between the fires, she tips back her head and she starts to howl. It's just a low rumbling at first, then it builds, louder and louder, urging people to >>Come! Come now! Come and help Gaia give birth once again to Helios! Stoke the fires! Keep them raging. Let them burn bright so that Helios can find his way!!<<

Shaderunner explodes upward into a massive Egyptian horror. (Delerium effect +rules The Delirium)

Defiant-Storm transforms into a twelve-foot-tall furry death machine. DELIRIUM IN EFFECT. (+rules The Delirium)

Shaderunner looks around to his Packmates, Defiant Storm and Very Good Boy, rumbling at the call of BaneBreaker, he nods to the guys and starts over, moving lightly as he approaches the fires, looking across to BaneBreaker, following her head in the rite, prepared for this even if the weather is unnatural at the moment.

When the storm grew in intensity and came ashore, Halle had first approached the Elders and the Theurges. She spoke of her spiritual connection to Helios, who had a hand in Halle's creation. And how each year she feels the Sun weaken this time of year before His rebirth.

But this is different, Halle said. She feels something actively opposing Him like she's never felt before. She continues on and tells the Sept that she's looked into what the future may hold, and shares it with them. Some parts of it are general, the destruction and death to come, and the spread of the Wyrm.

But other parts Halle relates in detail, even stopping to talk with many members of hte tribe, speaking of what their future may hold over the coming day should Helios not be reborn. The warning from the kami who is Consecrated to Helios seemed to further spur the ritemaster into mobilizing the tribe for the rite that is now set to begin.

So the wind was up, there was storm and it seemed to be kind of a thing. Connor may not always be at the Caern, but he hears the call and he answers. When one answers a call to Ritual and protection, one must dress for the occasion. Connor makes his way to the gathering bare chested, clad in only a wrapping of tartan and a pair of boots. His fiery red hair and splayed out in a mohawk and he's wearing a swirl of wool over his body that doesn't seem to give two shits that's there's rain. He's got his grand klaive hooked up over his broad shoulders and tha satchel of his bounces off his hips with each step he takes

Billy pads along after Jake and Shaderunner, all crinosed up with his vaguely German Shepherdesque fur poofed out like crazy and his enormous frickin light saber in hand. Wolf or not, this shit be *cold*, y'all, and he's not used to it! Iris, on the other hand, is a lot more used to this weather, also crinos and shivering but not nearly as much as VGB while they get caked in snow. She's there for the ritual, Billy's there to stab things and be judgmental.

Brooke has been prepping for the storm, and once she hears the howl she makes her way from the city to the Caern, ready to help and participate in the Ritual, and protect in every way she can. She shifted to Crinos so she'd you know, have hands and all.

Defiant-Storm nods back to Shaderunner, the fur of his war form rippling in the strong winds. He checks and double checks that each of the bonfires has enough guards then turns to see the others who are answering the call. For the moment he seems satisfied.

Mocks-the-Dark has had his attention divided, his bird spirits watching all about and his Familiar, A Jaggling of helios' brood, calls mournfully in the snowy umbral sky. Suddenly he calls out >>Wyrmfoe, There are enemies coming from all directions. We must continue the rite but some must peel off to defend the circle.<<

Howling-Wind is pacing about in crinos form, looking about for something to stab for Gaia and Helios both.

Maria shows up, the diminutive kinfolk wearing a heavy jacket that looks like it could serve in the Antarctic. She hangs back, close enough to hear, but far enough to be from underfoot of the Crinos that come close to doubling her height. She tugs her gloves on a little more snugly and looks about, waiting for any instructions.

Howling-Wind is also pleased to finally have Prospect see some reasonable weather

Maria checks in a pack she brought with her. A pair of bottles of very flammable moonshine. A fire starter and some kindling that should catch quick. Because, you know, that's who you want to have the ability to create lots of fire. Maria.

BaneBreaker growls >>Mocks-the-Dark is right. We will have to divide our forces. Those who will assist in the ritual with me, and those who will defend the fires with the Wyrmfoe.<< she gestures her hand, seeming to allow people to choose where they want to be, but to have to make that choice now. Too many in one effort, and not enough in another could be disastrous.

Howling-Wind growls with fierce joy, as he walks to join the wyrmfoe. making war in the snow? He was literally born for this.

Shaderunner turns, looking at his Packmates as Zephyrs Hand splits, Pack falling into duties as he moves from Jake and walks towards BaneBreaker, nodding to her, and letting his Packbrothers take the battle.

Maria hefts the pack over her shoulder and trudges through the snow, over to stand behind Shaderunner. She gives his fur a gentle little tug to let him know she's there with the rite crew.

Defiant-Storm nods to BaneBreaker and scans the group. <<Yes, those who wish to defend, step up. The Banes are closing in and there isn't much time.>> He growls deeply and looks up into the sky, brow furrowing.

Halle glances about the area, frowning and then nodding at what Mocks-the-Dark says. She moves over to Jake's side, saying softly, "Here we go again." She gives him a quick smile and then lets her talons out of her fingertips, visible at the end of her winter jacket sleeves.

And then Halle grows. Not like a Garou turning to Crinos with bones sliding about and repositioning. She just gets taller and taller, until her height has tripled and she overtops the Crinos by about 6 feet.

Connor grins wickedly at the sound of banes approaching "Ach, time ta find some fun tonight lads." He sweeps that giant klaive of his over his broad shoulders and makes his still human form over towards the combat line

Defiant-Storm nods to Halle, expression still grave, points to his temple, then to hers, and indicates the others who are joining them for the fight.

Hushed Blaze stands with the others, ready to defend against the banes that approach. <<Ready, willing, and able, Defiant-Storm-rhya.>>

Halle looks back to Defiant Storm and nods her head. "Sure, I can create telepathic links to each," Giant Halle tells him. She looks to the rest of the warriors and says, "You can share your thoughts to me by willing it, I won't hear your thought otherwise. I'll relay what is said to everyone else."

Shaderunner begins, moving, splitting off, jumping to one of the fires, and scooping up a brand, turning, haha These banes are fucked no! He snarls, brandishing the flaming branch in complex patterns, moving around the blazing flames of the fire stoking the flames and waving the flaming brand and in general protecing the fire till it's good and going, then he's off to the next one! howling and cursing at the darkness. Literally. He's attacking the DARKNESS!

Halle finishes creating the telepathic links, letting each person hear her thought briefly so they are used to it. Then she turns back, stepping to the side and murmuring, "Best to look away from me." And then she begins to shine, bright sunlight as if a hint of what Helios's rebirth will bring.

BaneBreaker leads the ritual into the forest, having given Maria the Sept's Torch and warned her not to let it go out. The crinosed garou growls and snarls at the shadows and darkness as she runs with the Rites team through the woods. The loud snarls and gash of teeth as she tries to ward off the Wyrm from encroaching on the Sept.

Meanwhile, the guards at the fires wait. Then suddenly there is sounds of violence and attack from all of the different sites. The garou there rising to the challenge, fighting viciously to defend their fires as best they can. When suddenly they start issuing howls for help! Five of the fires were defended, but now SEVEN are howling for aid.

Iris totes drank a nice hot tea before getting started, but I forgot to pose it earlier because stoner. Aaaaaanyhoo.. She follows along with the rite crew, back to the fire and snarling at the darkness beyond, and quite possibly also a gazebo. Howls, snapping of teeth, this is like the one time she doesn't look like a huge wuss! Woo! Well, yet, any how. It's gonna be a longass night.

Mocks-the-Dark has a name like his for a reason and from his pacts with Rebiu and other children of helios he has the powers to give it a bit of a sting. His glow may not be as brilliant as it would be on other nights but his mocking yips and howls are as cutting as ever.

Maria holds onto the torch with a grip that would be seen to be white-knuckled were she not wearing gloves. Like afraid she's going to drop it. "Don't drop it. Don't drop it," she mumbles to herself as she watches the Garou running about to fend off the darkness.

Defiant-Storm growls out an order to the other fighters gathered. <<Make your preparations for battle NOW. We haven't got much time.>> He directs each of his team to a bonfire currently needing defense, leaving the last two for himself to defend. <<And keep in touch through Halle's telepathy. Keep me updated.>>

As the Banes attack the two bonfires he's defending, Defiant-Storm springs into action, moving like the wind and rips the ever-loving shit outta 'em in no time. Once they're defeated he scans the other fires to see how his fighters are doing and if any require healing...yet.

Howling-Wind howls in defiance and leaps into battle, slicing and stabbing as he appears around the fire to slaughter the attacking goat-men >>WENDIGOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!<<

Connor hasn't shifted up to his war-form, showing his utter contempt for his foe. The woad on his body writhes and whips around his form, catching and holding any bane that gets close. He weaves that massive klaive spear around to gut anything that gets close.

Hushed Blaze stands at the ready at her assigned fire. Those banes come to attack, and she claws and rips them to shreds, no problem. Looking around, she checks to see how the others are doing with theirs - proud to see so many beating the crap out of the banes. She returns to the ready in case more come or someone else needs assistance.

Halle gets over to the fire where the guard Crinos are calling for help. No sooner does she arrive than a Bane fights its way through the Gauntlet. It makes a deep-throated, blood-curdling bleating noise and launches itself at Halle. The woman's body moves fast despite her size, dodging the slash of wicked goat horns that drip with ichor.

The Wyrm spawn kicks a hoof at Halle, knocking her back a few feet and trying to follow up with its horns while she's still reeling. But the 15-feet-tall woman rolls with the assault, falling back and grabbing the Bane by the horns. The sunlight flaring from her suddenly burns brighter and she pulls on the goat horns like she were splitting a wish bone. One rips free, pulling half of the Bane's skull with it. Her taloned fingers thrust in through the hole in its head and the Bane drops to the ground, landing with a wet squishing sound like a garbage bag filled with soup hitting pavement.

Very-Good-Boy fights like the wind! And he really *does* make sound effects during battle, it's just a.. just a thing, you know. It helps him concentrate, shut up! And that would have been all well and good, except that the vicious evil Pan that he ends up battling is a god damned Sith BillyGoat, and probably has face paint and a cloak and everything, those being the hallmarks of the obviously-super-evil. >>WOM! WOOOOOM! PSSSSSSHHHHHH!<< in VGB's outside voice while swinging his glowing blue electric sword and dodging claws, made slightly more ridiculous than usual given it's coming out of a hugeass wolf snoot. On the bright side, his ass is like super warm from that fire that he's totally not letting it get to!

The battle rages on in the darkness, howls and violence sounding from every corner of the bawn. The chaos ensuing as the sounds of others come to the aid where they can. Base Jumper fights hard at his post, barely managing to let out a howl when Defiant-Storm plows through the bane about to trample him. Scar-Tail is snarling when Connor arrives, racing around the fire to keep the bane distracted. Rising Dove has already fallen to the Wyrm when Billy arrives. His light-sabering delaying the Wyrm from putting out the flame before it could. Iron Bristle is snarling with rage when Brooke arrives, struggling to defend himself. Restless Heart is nowhere to be found when Sergei arrives, perhaps having abandoned her post in fear.

Meanwhile the presence of the Wyrm seems to be steady at the gates and the first hour of the ritual has passed and been draining for all involved. They are most certainly on the clock, and if the Ritual Team doesn't finish fast enough - it'll mean more lives lost for sure.

Howls at High Moon comes whipping out of the darkness, sending up a howl to add to the mix. She clambers into the fray of voices, lifting hers high and loud and then dropping in a horrible snarl or two.

Shaderunner leaps forward, snarling and sweeping the firebrand around as he dual wields these flaming sticks, carving the darkness with the light of the fire, sweeping the darkness at bay as he runs, snarling, and lighting the way with the fires he has as the battle rages around him, and he pounces onto a fire and thrusts his brands into iit, stoking the fire high as he howls out to Helios, sounding the cry to return to the world as the sparks explode and lift into the night, sparking fireflies rising into the darkness.

Maria keeps the torch held aloft. Like someone carrying the Olympic Torch. And the real Olympic Torch. Not that prank one made of a chair leg, a plum pudding can, and some flaming underwear that a college kid handed off to the mayor of Sydney during the Torch run, and the mayor thinking it was the real torch and launching into his speech. That really happened, google it!

BaneBreaker howls, feeling the leverage of the Ritual as they're gaining ground now. The exhaustion setting in, making it harder to maintain the fight against the Wyrm's encroachment on the Sept. >>Keep up! Dig deep << she demands of those running with her. Like labor pains, the skies starting to part faintly in spots over the flames.. and the darkness is being pushed back. They haven't lost a fire yet, but they're far from out of danger.

A fallen cub, a contested fire.. and four MORE howls for help come from the other fires. The Wyrmfoe will have to decide who to send where, and quick. Five fires in jeopardy.

Defiant-Storm quickly points to five people. Connor, Billy, Hushed Blaze, Halle, and Howling Wind. <<Go! Protect the fires!>> He remains where he is for now, keeping an eye on the skies in case there are any other surprises.

Mocks-the-Dark calls out with a howl of haunting complexity, showing off a degree of....profanities that most can't coax out of garou speech. He must have put serious thought into this.

Iris rushes through the showy forest alongside the others, spreading her super vicious snarls and growls near another fire as they make their rounds. This shit's getting exhausting, but there's no rest for the not-so-wicked, so she powers through! Thank god for that tea earlier, man. Well that and being a werewolf. Otherwise she'd be so winded right now

Who still has his opposable thumbs and is not a 14ft tall murder machine? This guy right here. The big irishman is laughing as he fights living large as only a Fianna can as he wades through combat, his massive spear singing the death of his foes even as his woad reaches out to pin down more victims.

And then, out of nowhere, Halona appears just as she chomps on the neck of some poor.. 'tough'... thing. One good chomp in her hispo form, a violent shake, a loud snarl, nasty something or other dripping from her huge maw, and Like the Wind is ready for the next foe.

Hushed Blaze grins as Like-the-Wind jumps out and joins her in the fight! She gets in a good swipe as well, as they rip more banes to shreds.

Very-Good-Boy whirls and stabs and swooshes, and totally cuts off Darth BillyGoat's hand, fending off other Sith Goats with a mighty "WWWWWOOOOOOM!" With a savage kick, he boots the goatthingie out the bottom of the space station! Er, well, into the bushes, but same difference. That's how it worked out in his head, any how.

Halle rushes over to the next fire, leaving giant footprints in the snow. She tackles the Bane just before it manages to scatter the wood and ashes. For a few minutes it is hard to tell what is happening, the giantess and the Bane rolling over and over, grappling, biting and stabbing. Finally Halle gets the Wyrm spirit's back, and slices her talons through its neck, not stopping until she's decapitated it.

Howling-Wind is moving about swiftly as the Wyrm-foe directed him, defending his assigned fire with fierce certianty. Three of the creatures charge at his fire and get instructed on why fighting a Wendigo warrior in the snow is a terrible idea >>WENDIGOOOOOO!!!!!!!!<<

Fuckin A, it's getting to be pee on the run time up in here. Iris keeps up, but damned if it isn't sheer force of will and in-born connection to the wyld that's keeping her going right now. Did I mention winded earlier? Cause yeah, she's like super winded, y'all. Gonna need some more tea after this, that's for damned sure. Still though, there's shit to be done, darkness that needs to be attacked while others shoot arrows into the knees of goat men, and she snarls her damned head off like a good Theurge!

Defiant-Storm continues to keep a look out for other possible threats as his army of Garou bite, claw, slice and dice the Goatbanefuckers into oblivion while the Rituals crew continue on their increasingly difficult endeavor.

Mocks-the-Dark is actually getting a little worn, he can run for days at a time but long term ritual magic like this isn't his jam. He's not even a theurge but in true Ragabash fashion he can fake it when necessary and tonight its nessecary. AWOOOOOoooooOOOOOOOO!

BaneBreaker makes a last vicious snarl, with the help of the Rites Team.. and the darkness is pushed back from the fires. The ritual has SUCCEEDED! And the feeling is immediate, the Storm is not gone by any sense of the measure, but Helios has been born and they have an ally in this darkness finally.

A loud thundering snap of trees, and a thud of something MASSIVE lands near Defiant-Storm and sweeps an enormous club at him to try to smash him into the ground. He bellows with fury as the ritual is completed, and he feels the rebirth of Helios. >< I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL FOR THIS! ><

Shaderunner pants and heaves his chest, getting his breath as he then lunges into the darkness with a rising howl, leaden arms lifting the firebrands aloft, the burning flames lighting the darkness stronger as he leaps forward with the group, ragathering himself and plundging into the Rite once more, throwing off flames and sparks as he leaps at a fire, stoking it, and snarling, challenging the darkness, and heralding the coming of Helios. He's actually in the sort of meditative exhaustion that happens in certain cultures, the Duende, certain fighting styles call upon such states of extended exhaustion provoking a spiritual responce and this is Shaderunners, he is all in, a part of the magic around him and within him. When the Ritual breaks, he stumbles, falling to his knees with the force of the catalyzing magic.

Announcement: TrashPanda shouts, “A tremendous explosion of sounds can be heard to the South. Like a bomb has gone off. The Weather continues over Prospect itself, and visibility is horrible. (Those wishing an Awareness roll, may send to TrashPanda(TP), diff 8)”

The huge Banewarrior swings his massive club at Defiant-Storm who does take one hell of a wallop...but rebounds INSTANTLY, claws and teeth gleaming as they rip at the creature with lightning speed. The Bane looks shocked as it's torn to shreds and a thunderous bellow escapes it. >< NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ><

Defiant-Storms shows no mercy and doesn't stop until the creature is a steaming pile of stinking gore, totally dead and defeated. He steps away, breathing hard, muscles still bulging.

As the ritual comes to an end, and the massive Child of Titan collapses in defeat.. for a moment the Storm staggers - shaken by the victory of the Gaians over its approach. The fires burn brighter than before, and the shadows and darkness of the night seem to slip back away into a normal wintery evening. The bodies of the banes fade back into the penumbra where they slipped from and the Gauntlet for the moment returns to normal.

The celebration continues throughout the night, howling and chanting over the victory from the Wyrm's grasp.. and all together, the Sept of the Enduring Spirit gets to witness the birth of Helios together. As the sun crests over the Horizon, awoken by their Glory and the first rays of its light seems to shine directly on each of you. (Helios' blessing for 24 hours, you may re-roll one failed roll)

Shaderunner picks up a piece of one of the Goat warriors, and snorts, crushing the horned head and it.. splurts in his hands into.. snow. just composed of snow. <This is the hard part about making Baneskins.> He chuckles, and brushes off his hands after that strange remark, walking over to the fire, blowing out a foggy breath, licking his nose once.

Billy tongue lolls and his tail does in fact flail furiously as though trying to escape his fuzzy butt and start a new life as a helicopter. With the ritual successful and the Wyrm in retreat, he lopes over towards his pack mates to headbutt the absolute shit out of Jake in a totally friendly and maybe slightly concussive manner. Iris, meanwhile, "WOOO HOO!"'s and does a super tired little dance while shrinking down into Homid, which was such a shitty idea because holy shit it's cold. There's only one cure for that, and that's picking up a wad of snow to lob at Brooke's head.

Halle walks back over to the main fire, stepping carefully to avoid crushing anyone. She begins shrinking as she does, until finally the young woman is back to a normal size. She wipes her hands off in the snow before pausing to look up towards where beams of sunlight are shining down. The sun-like glow about her meets it and seems to swell briefly, before finally dying out, allowing one to look at her more easily again. "Nice job, everyone," Halle says with a contented sigh, and her expression grateful.

Hushed Blaze shakes her head to take off the snow. At least it is not BBQ Sauce. She then shifts down to lupus so she can do something she always wanted to and rolls around in the snow.

Howling-Wind totally plays in the snow like a puppy, having switched to his wolf form to run around and shakeshakeshake.

Defiant-Storm ruffles Billy's fur as he's head butted then begins to sift through the downed warrior's remains which simply turn to snow in his huge paws. The Ahroun growls with displeasure. Obviously he was looking for key items to possibly use later. He scans the area once again, just to make sure there's no other surprises coming their way and once he's satisfied he finally begins to relax a little. <<Good work, everyone. You all fought bravely and valiantly. I'm proud of you all.>> He then glances over in the direction of the fallen cub and sighs deeply. Even with all their success he's taking that particular death hard.

George has found somewhere to disappear to, napping and coming back to party later.

Dragomir transforms into a horrifying silvery white wolf. Silvery White Wolf comes racing out to the site where they are, checking around and looking expectantly. He offers in a chuff, <<We have done well.. the kinfolk are safe.. we lost a few during the attacks, but the Guardian pack was able to keep them out.>> he reports to the Elders.

Snowball thrown, victory dance made, Iris brings herself back down to earth again so she can trudge-trot her shivery butt through the snow and start checking in at each perimeter fire. Checking in on cubs and other Cliaths so she can hurl a little healing mojo out wherever it might be needed and, in the case of the fallen cub, attend to some quiet last rites. Nothing official, mind you, just a family sort of thing. Also, it's moments like this that she really wishes she was allowed to wear a sweater. Billy, meanwhile, doesn't take the death nearly so hard. Then again, he's sorta used to being surrounded by the dead so... Just another inch to the thousand yard stare, really. He salutes Defiant-Storm in a very un-garou-like way and slooooowly starts to get back into shivering again as battle adrenaline wears off.

Shaderunner moves to a fire and stretches, bones popping and grunting as he looks out at the night, looking to the report, then looksing to theWyrmfoe, nodding slightly. Whew, he's good right now, sitting there. Long night.

Maria begins to make her way over from where she spent the rite, still holding the torch. The petite Strider teen walks through snow up past her knees towards where the others are congregated. "So it was a great victory. Yay for team Gar- aigh!" Maria says, the words turning to an exclamation as she tries to walk across what turns out to be a six feet deep snow drift. The girl disappears from sight as she sinks into the drift more than head-deep.

Defiant-Storm tries to shake off some of his melancholy then moves around the area, offering furry fist bumps to all involved. Yes, a glorious victory for all indeed! He returns Billy's salute then moves to where Maria has disappeared, reaches down and pulls her out of the snow as if she didn't weigh anything at all. He then brushes the snow off her. <<Careful of the drifts.>>

Hushed Blaze makes her way over by the fallen cub, but not too close as others are tending. She sits and takes note so she can add to her tale his great sacrifice for Gaia.

Rising Dove, Cub Homid born Philodox of Fianna. A light blown out, the small red-headed girl was barely an adult decked out in green winter cold-weather gear for the fight. Died before she had a chance to fight back.

Iris' path brings her exhausted butt around to some of the fire team. "Everyone okay? No holes that shouldn't be there or anything?" she asks. "I think I heard someone saying there's hot water incoming for warm drinks, but I might have misheard while not paying attention." At least she's honest about her attention span! Billy drops into his breed form and attempts to osmosis his way into Journey's leg near the fire and steal all the warmth.

Maria is pulled out of the snow drift by Defiant-Storm. Her face, hair and clothes covered with snow, the kin wipes at it as Jake is holding her there in the air. "Thank you," she tells the big Crinos. After a few seconds she notices the torch has now gone out. "Oh, oh no, that isn't going to..." Maria says, turning to look towards the Sun. Whew! Still burning!

Shaderunner reaches over, to scruff Billy and bring him forward slightly to put his Packbrother between him and the fire, so Billy warms evenly from fire on one side and Alpha on the other.