2014.05.20:Teaching and Learning

Teaching and Learning
Lars mentors a pup.
IC Date	May 20th, 2014
IC Time	Evening
Players	Devlin, Lars, Meave, Selene, Trekome, Urd
Location	Caern
Spheres	Gaian Garou

Deep Forest - Mystic Valley(#1747RJU)

A vast lush, dense underground forest surrounds the area as thick, tangled vines creep on up past high, rising treacherous, slick, black walls. The volcanic rock face that surrounds this natural valley seems to reach on up to the brink of infinity and beyond, making it nearly impossible to climb with its slick, plate-like surface. Inside the surrounding chasm lies a dangerous lush and vibrant woods as while the deeper one goes only seems to surround the area with eyes that watch from afar. Strange, foreign sounds echo throughout as odd beasts mock those that dare to travel in here, simply waiting in hiding to prey upon the weak and less fortunate. Numerous deep, dark, twisting caverns wind ever downwards to make up the expanse of the labyrinthine structure of the underground tunnels surrounding the area. The ceiling of the caverns reaches something of hundreds of feet tall, far beyond what the eye can see into the dark as great stalactites and stalagmites meet each other in grissled embedded rock structures of enriched, pure minerals. Differently colored crystal pools of shimmering mineral water cascade down from flowing indoor springs as a cool, eerie air seems to constantly blow through the area, howling like a banshee on the wind. Photoluminescent algae clings healthily to the rock beds near the pools of water as they glow malevolently, casting a dim light for those to see that pass through these dark paths. Deep abysmal, dark and dense caves completely surround the area as the latent sound of dripping water lightly echoing against dried, crusted, volcanic rock and stinging gentle mineral pools with their soft *Hiss* as the cool water gently touches to make a light steam in the thick air. The pathways that lead around these eternal caverns here are exceptionally deadly and dangerous as all lies within complete darkness except for the brief moments of glittering light against soft pools of crystals, green moss, illuminated algae, and shards of silvery reflections inside cavern waterfalls. The lush, thick, dark underground forest seems to surround the dense area in tight entanglements of vines, bushes, jungle and shrubs. The trees hang down in their weeping willows as branches mix with gnarled roots that sink beneath the cracked, rocky, stygian, encrusted earth. Depths of coiled mist surround the thick humid air in a serpentine pattern as spouts of steam spit out from the dark chasms in bursts of fiery hot gaseous flames.

Contents: Lars LOOKATME Totem Pole Obvious Exits: Hidden Nest <HN> Heart <HE> Catacombs <CA> Temple <TE> Amphitheater <AM> Clearing <CL> Large Cavern <O>

Lars is sitting down at a fireplace, the flames dancing high. The big man was sitting with his legs beneath him, his wrists resting on his knees as he stared into the fire. It was almost a meditative pose. His glaive was resting in the grass on his left.

Trekome looks over at Lars and sees he's... busy. He doesn't say anything as he brings the cooler closer to the fire, idly debating on whether or not to wait to see if he can use it to cook the meat or to make one by the clearing. Decisions decisions...

As Trekome's scent comes closer the big man turns his head so that his good eye was facing the other garou. He looked calm and relaxed. Not so deep in any kind of meditation that he was out of it. "Good afternoon, cub. How are you doing? Care to join me at my fire?"

Trekome gives a nod and approaches. He sets the cooler down and crouches by it. "Thank you, sir. I'm still above ground, so that's a good start. And yourself?" he asks.

Lars shrugs his shoulders. "Just reflecting on a lesson I was given by Lady Hopkinson. Complicated stuff, and a lot to think about." He offers a smile before stretching his back a bit. "Other than that, today has been a fair day. Quiet."

Trekome nods and looks around, "A bit of a slow one too... not necessarily a bad thing though. Oh, I brought in some deer for everyone... unlucky buck got its leg caught in a trap and broke it getting free. No sense in letting it suffer and whither, or weaken the herd either. Good meat though."

Lars gives a small nod of his head. "Ah. I've never been a fan of trap hunting. Especially after my first change. There is a certain thrill to the hunt that chasing down prey on all fours that is hard to match." He smiles a bit, glancing towards the far away ceiling. "Well, the deer's sacrifice will not be in vain." He then turns his gaze towards Trekome. He was not shy about meeting Trekome's gaze. He was the higher ranked of the pair, after all. "How are you adjusting?"

Trekome remember's Selene's advice and lowers his gaze slightly. "Better... the hierarchy is similar to military, but I need to remember that eye contact isn't respect but a challenge here." How fitting. "I'm a little uncertain on how to approach topics where I feel the need to counsel someone who outranks me as well..."

"It is a sign of respect as well as has a more practical use. Surely you've felt it when you meet the eyes of another. The wolf that lives within your heart stirs. That primal piece that recognizes it as a challenge. Even as a human I am sure you felt it. Most people do, especially with strangers." Lars tosses a small stick into the fire. "You speak to the garou about it and try to do so respectfully. The how can be more important than the what."

Trekome nods and thinks on that. "Most didn't look me in the eyes for long, and the few that did fueled a fire... but they also held rank over me, so I held my tongue." He nods about the second part, "So, like I would handle matters with my commanding officer already. Be honest, but be respectful. That seems simple enough..."

Lars simply nods his head. "Yes, it is very much a military. Especially with the Get. However, I will be the first to admit that this sept can be quite... Lax. The way this place deals with some of it's issues is very much not how other septs handle things. Back home in Danmark this caern is considered a joke. The kin are ignorant of the ways of garou, many of the wolves act brash and childish. Sex ruins packs. And now that I am here it does seem a bit chaotic." He reaches up to scratch at his beard. "Though I will admit things have gotten a bit better since we arrived. The banning of the kami from the deeper places of the caern was a good move. Though I would say they did not go far enough."

Trekome nods a bit as he listens, though he seems a bit surprised about the banning of the kami. "I can't agree or disagree with your view on sex... it can be bad if it's the primary focus, but it's also some relief and pretty common. Sexual frustration leads to lots of aggression, which can be useful if there's a clear mission and enemy to take it out on." He shrugs, "I don't have much room to talk though... I'm probably not the best example of monogamy." Horrible example, actually, though at least he knows it. "I'm not sure banning all the kami is ideal either, since some spirits are helpful, and they could very well be allies. But that may be a case by case thing too."

Lars waves it away. "Oh, I have nothing against sex. As for monogamy, few Ahroun stick with singular mates. Other auspices are similar if their rage burns hot in their chest. Sex is fine. but the moment sex becomes a problem between yourself and your pack and the war we are fighting? Then it is a problem. This is a war, not some teen love drama." He scoffs a bit. This apparently was not an uncommon occurrence here. "The kami are outsiders. They are given singular goals by Gaia. On rare occasions do they ally with garou on singular missions. They cannot be true allies. They are not... Friends. They are creatures of almost pure spirit with singular goals. To have them wandering our holy places that we are supposed to be protecting? Foolish. Do not get me started on the Fera... To have them inside the caern or to even know it's location is just a time bomb waiting to happen." There is a bit of annoyance in his voice. "There is no case by case with the Fera. Apparently there is a spider shifter that comes here once in a while. I cannot begin to explain why that isn't a good idea."

Trekome actually looks a bit surprised on the monogamy part. "Wait... so that's /not/ uncommon? Then wh- nevermind, I forget that some sources may be a bit biased or jealous." he says with a smirk. "I suppose there's a bit more honor in finding one and sticking with her though... I just don't think it'd set well with some." He looks a bit disdainful for a moment, "Sex isn't the mission, and any drama from it isn't the primary focus. I agree that that's something that has no place here, and if someone isn't mature enough to deal with it privately then they probably shouldn't be having it until they grow up a bit." Another shrug, "I've been getting help from a kami, and the night has aided me more times than I can count... but they can be fickle. An outright ban may be excessive, since they are incarnations of spirits, and it could be disrespectful... but they shouldn't have free reign either. Keep the ones that continue to be useful, shun those that worsen things. As for Fera... I've only dealt with Cynthia, and I think I know what she was talking about when she was arrested. We should bring that matter to an end quickly though."

Lars tosses another log onto the fire then uses his glaive to poke at the embers. "Exactly. Sex is good and fun, but it has it's place. Children should not be worrying about sex, and that goes double for those with a childish mind. There is no age limit on childish stupidity." With the log catching he drops the weapon down on the grass again. "Did you know that most spirits cannot enter the caern? They need special abilities or they simply cannot bypass our wards. They need to be allies of the nation. So why do we let non allies walk through the gate? There is no screening process. If there was at least that, I would be alright with it. But it is not a case by case basis, it is an open door. You do not let outsiders into a military base. There is no need to send spies at us, simply walk in the front door. Especially the Fera. Rats like Cynthia are known to go after garou, and are very well known for not being mentally sound. Many fera hate us. They war with us in the shadows. Rats wish to slaughter all of mankind, and since we the garou are the stewards of humanity? they disgust me with their very goals." He glances sideways at Trekome. "Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, she refused to explain herself and danced around the issue. She went out of her way to not tell me and instead implicate me further. She called my bluff. I don't bluff. She is lucky I did not cut her leg off instead of simply knocking her unconscious."

Trekome listens quietly and waits until Lars finishes speaking before adding his own words. "I was under the impression that the spirits were known and were friends who came here... They should be, since that would only be prudent. This is a holy site, and a sanctuary, so it would indeed be sensible to do that." He nods when Cynthia is brought up, "She isn't exactly the wisest with her words... but I do think she was speaking of when she had helped Geor- Mocks-The-Dark-Rhya, myself, and others... Rianna had blacked out, and then panicked, so Cynthia scooped her up and tried to carry her off while Rianna screamed. She used her to draw out the enemies into an ambush we had set up. If she wasn't forthcoming and that was what she was referring to, then she was foolish." He cracks his neck and sighs. "I often wonder if sex will be my downfall... if only because I flirt with the wrong girl and find out she's already with someone else." he smirks at that; a half hearted attempt to lighten the mood.

Lars smirks a bit in amusement. "No, they are not known and not friends to the nation. They are simply let come and go without so much as a glance. There was a Kami that threatened to destroy the caern with a flood, and they let her simply walk out. She should have been put down for uttering such words. But no, she is let to be free and to plot. She is not even banned from the caern as far as I know. We let an enemy into our holy palce and let them threaten it and walk away. Foolish. You can see why the other septs see this place as a joke." Another log tossed on the fire as he listens to the story. "That is understandable. As for sex? Do not let it control you. You are garou. You are Ahroun. All you must do is ask. And if she is taken by another garou? Respect their territory or fight for it. There are plenty of kin. Just spread your seed and bolster our ranks."

Trekome actually looks shocked when he hears of the threatening kami. "If that happened with a local in Iraq or Afghanistan, she'd have been detained and interrogated, and imprisoned, if not executed. That was /not/ a wise decision all things considered... That sounds like a kami with her own agenda more thn the spirit's." He chuckles faintly and nods, "I'm used to human relationships where such questions gain bad reactions... I suppose I should ask you, since she's of your tribe, but is Urd spoken for? I enjoy her company, and I find her and a couple others... calming."

Lars actually lets out a soft bit of laughter and shakes his head in amusement before turning his head to look at Trekome. "Urd is not spoken for. But she is Get. If you wish to gain mating rights with her you would need to defeat her older brother for her hand." He gets a broad grin. "And if you were to try, I would challenge you for the rights to challenge him first."

Trekome actually looks a bit amused, then grins. "I'll have to train harder then..." Seems he's either used to having to do that, or he's got some spark to him. "I don't think it'd be fair, or wise, to do that now, but the ones worthwhile are worth working and fighting for." He clears his throat, less joking but still grinning, "Would I be challenged just to have her company and to hunt with?"

Lars grins even brighter. "Train harder than you have ever trained before, Trekome. I have yet to be defeated in combat since I stopped being a cub. If you wish to win her arm, then I will give you the fight of your life. And train fast; her brother will be in the area in the near future." He turns his gaze over towards the fire. "Of course not. She is her own person, not my slave or property. She can do whatever she likes in her spare time."

Trekome is sitting by a fire with Lars having a conversation. Lars seems to be tending the fire while Trekome sits next to a cooler, and if anyone had to guess he's bagged another deer. The conversation seems to be a good one from the amused expressions both have. "I'll rise to the challenge then... both of them." He chuckles to himself, "Retreat, hell, I just got here."

Meave waves in Trekome and Lars' direction as she steps into view. "Aye, another challenge 'appening? Well, 'opefully this one dinnae involve spillin' someone's guts, at least not around kinfolk. Ye lads doin' ok?"

Lars is sitting by a fire with Trekome having a conversation. Lars seems to be tending the fire while Trekome sits next to a cooler, and if anyone had to guess he's bagged another deer. The conversation seems to be a good one from the amused expressions both have. Lars smirks at the other garou and shakes his head. "Do not get too cocky, cub. It will happen when it happens." He glances over his shoulder at the approaching Fianna. "Greetings. Come, join our fire." He gestures for her to have a seat. "Yes, we are speaking of a challenge that has not yet been placed. But when the time comes our claws will find the flesh of the other. I do not care if the kin are squeamish. Let them see how wolves born under the full face of Gaia do combat."

Devlin is a distance behind Meave, she might not know that he is coming along. Hearing Lars' comment, "Just depends on where the cheap seats are.. ring side is a bit dangerous for things like that."

Trekome dips his head and nods, "I'll try not to, sir, though I'll probably need a reminder down the road." Well, at least he's honest, and better than being too timid to try testing the boundaries. What good would an Ahroun who didn't push things be? He looks over at Meave and shakes his head, "No, no bloodshed today, and still above ground so pretty good. Oh, Meave, have you seen Misty around? Haven't seen her in a few days and wanted to make sure she's ok." He nods to Devlin, "Evenin'."

Meave says, "'ello luv. An' Misty, about the same. If neither one o' us 'ave seen her lately that does concern me a wee bit. 'ave ye seen her luv?" The warder passes on patrol carrying a clothing iron at the end of a steel chain.

Lars glances over to Devlin and nods his head in greeting. "Good evening, Devlin. Please, join my fire if you wish. And I wouldn't worry, there is a reason I was rited Dominates-The-Flames. Besides, there will be other garou present to put us down if either of us looses control." He taps his chest over his heart with his fingertips. "I have not seen Misty since yesterday morning. I am sure she is fine. If you are worried then find someone with the proper rites and hunt her down." He shrugs lightly. He wasn't too worried for someone he say just the day before. "

Devlin nods to Lars as he walks over to the fire. "Fair enough.. and there you have it Love, Seen yesterday.. mind you, I have not seen her recently myself."

Trekome stretches out before standing up and looking around. "I wish we had a grill here... or a smoker for the meat. Could bring back a wild pig and make some barbecue then."

Meave smiles a little and moves to take a seat with the group, "Aye, cannae be that bad then. If she was around yesterday I'm sure she's fine. If I dinnae hear from her soon then, I'll go lookin fer her"

Devlin smiles over to Meave, "smoker and a BBQ pit at the house.. amongst other things."

Lars grabs his glaive and pokes at the coals, moving them around to keep things nice and burning. "Just remember, cub... I technically have first dibs to fight for her hand. You will need to challenge me before he gets there. You need to take that right away from me. Like I said, train hard and train fast." Lars looks rather amused. "And I do not know when exactly he will arrive. You will need to ask Urd that." He scratches at his beard with one hand as he pokes the fire with the weapon in his other. "Smoked venison is always good. Just the other day I built a wood smoke oven at the camp. Though rabbit will always be my favorite."

Devlin hmms as he looks to Meave for a moment..

Trekome nod to Lars, "I'll keep that in mind then... Though if I don't feel ready to settle down, with anyone, I don't feel it would be right to challenge anyone else who is. We'll see where fate takes us... though, I may ask you to spar with at some point. I won't learn more if I don't have someone better to show me my weaknesses." With any luck, that'll be taken the right way. "Rabbit is nice... but grandpa and dad didn't get much a chance to teach me how to prepare small game... most of our hunting was with deer. Urd showed me how to spitroast them though."

Meave shrugs a bit and comments, "Well, she seemed to like ye lad, but 'opefully everyone can be friends in nothin' else. Technically not my business who she sees, but I care about 'er, she's a sweetheart" Selene has arrived.

Devlin nods as he listens.. after all, this is a matter that he knows his place. So no opinions for the time being.

Selene enters the caern at a lazy pace, the tall Nordic womans bare feet padding along the ground with ease. She spies the gathering, and starts to head that way.

Lars raises an eyebrow. "Settle down? I keep forgetting you were born outside the nation. It is mating rights. She is to have my child and be under my care. I will still be ahroun. I will still be going out to combat the wyrm. If I win against her brother she will bear my children." He shrugs. The entire group was all sitting about the fire which Lars was tending to. He looks over to Meave looking her right in the eye. "There is no reason myself and the cub will not be friends and possible allies, even if he does challenge and defeat me. He will simply be my better in combat. He is a good man. He learns fast and has been respectful. He will be strong once he is rited. But you are right, it is not your business, technically or otherwise."

Kaiju has arrived.

A massive Ankylosaurus dinosaur of the late Cretaceous Period at about 6' tall, 6' wide, 22' long, and weighing in at 3 tuns, this one seems much more carnivore than modern representations. The thickly built head narrows from wide side horns in back to a snapping turtle type beak in front, built much in the same way as modern bolt cutters, and allowing for binocular vision, the mark of predators. Thick armored plates arch out in touch spikes going back along the body while joints and long powerful limbs are covered in thick turtle -like scales, paws ending in wicked claws looking shaped for digging or rending. It's side spiked tail tapers before flaring out into a heavy mace-like ball. It's vocals are deep and somewhat similar to a French Horn.

Meave continues to look Lars in the eye, "I respect ye, but I do care fer the lass, that's all I am goin' to say an' all I think needs to be said on the matter." she doesn't seem to want to elaborate on the issue. While she loves Misty like a sister, she does seem to respect the fact that Lars is technically, Misty's elder, though some may not interpret it as much.

Devlin chuckles a bit, "I would have to say hon.. when it comes to making friends with the Get, nothing like a good fight." He then pauses, "Who's brother? Just curious.. want to make sure I have my scorecard right, Dominates the Fire-rhya. "

Selene lifts a brow as she sees Meave and Lars locking eyes. She doesn't say anything, moving towards Trekome and offering him a nod. Devlin as well gets a soft smile from the Get as she turns her attention towards Meave and Lars, watching the challenge.

When Meave doesn't turn her gaze away from his, he sits up a bit straighter, lowers his chin and narrows his eyes. He completely ignores Devlin's question for the moment and instead lets out a guttural little snarl. All the little subtle and primal movements of his body even while sitting was rather terrifying. It wasn't even terribly overt, but the subtle nuances of his body language spoke volumes to the animalistic parts of the brain, especially the wolf portion.

Trekome blinks a bit when he hears Meave. Oh, shit, she completely misunderstood... He starts to say something but stops when he realizes that she and Lars are staring each other down. He just quietly sighs and shakes his head, thinking that perhaps he should've been clearer... hoo boy.

Kaiju can be heard coming along before being seen, heavy thumping foot falls well felt as well. When appearing from the waterfall tunnel, she is glistening wet with little bits of water lily, mud, and other waterside plants dangling from her horns. Ohh all intense googely eyes between the Get and Fionna, that quickly has her approaching and keeps her quiet, if head tilting curiously. Well.. time to be quiet there on his part.. yeah.. stare down and he needs to be supportive for a Get that he respects and his mate. So, devlin just gets a cup of coffee from the pot on the fire as this takes place

Selene looks almost casual. These type of staredowns were a daily, if not hourly occurence amidst the Get. A facedown determined who was right in an argument, whether supper would be rabbit or deer, or if those pants really did make her look fat or not. She doesn't look the least bit tense, although she does turn and lift an eyebrow at the massive creature opposing. She calls out, her tone slightly sharp. "Is there a reason you come in your war-form?"

Meave winces a bit and finally looks away. The situation was tense, but it's obvious she lost the staredown. She just shakes her head for a moment but now doesn't move to look Lars in the eyes at all.

Devlin turns to see the HUGE one, "Hello Jenny. " He greets over his coffee. His attention returns to his mate and he takes her hand. A bit of reassurance there on his part. One could imagine him saying.. *keep the faith* or something equally corny.

Once Meave is well cowed by his majesty, the Get turns his head to look upon the war form of Kaiju. "Unless you wish for war do not take that form within the holy place of the garou, Fera." He then turns his attention back to the fire pit, turning to look at Devlin. Everything was fine. He did not appear angry or upset. "To answer your question; Urd's brother. He will be arriving at the sept in the coming future."

Trekome is oddly reminded of numerous stare downs between a Staff NCO and an officer with opposing views... but without the yelling. He's left with an odd thought: this is calmer than the Marine Corps. His attention turns towards the kaiju once he hears it, and raises a brow when she enters. Well, this is new.

Kaiju pauses for a moment at Selene's words as if deciding if the she-Get means herself or someone who might well be behind her. Not exactly well built well for rear vision, she halg steps to the side, lowers that flank and cranes her head the same direction before rolling her eye to see if a crinos is walking up behind her. Nope.. Then undoes the laborious process to look back at the small group. She speaks perfectly fine, her Portuguese accent the only hindrance to her being understood unlike most shifted beings. "While I do fight better in this form, it is not my war-form exactly, my true remembered self would be more accurate." A pause as she lowers her dead enough to almost touch beak to ground. "No offence is meant by it... Hello Devlin, Maeve, Great Wariors of the Flame." As to Lars words she hmms softly, declining to reply further. To Trekome, she adds. "Greetings. I am Jennie Hanniver, known as Kaiju, a Homid born Warden: somewhat akin to a Theurge of the Mokole, a follower of proud Peregrine, and member of Misfits pack."

Selene actually shoots a glare at Lars, then reaches up and smacks him upside the head when he speaks towards Kaiju. "Shh." She swivels her icy blue gaze back towards Kaiju, looking her over head to very distant tail. Recognition comes over her when she hears the introduction. "I would ask, Kaiju, that you do not assume that form here without reason. You are... very large, and you will unsettle some of the kinfolk unused to seeing such creatures." She motions around. "Much the same as the warriors here do not spend their time in their war-forms." She eyes Kaiju, then can't help but ask another question. "When you say that is not your war-form, do you mean you have a -bigger- form?"

Meave sighs a moment but when she is greeted, she waves to the one who greets her. She doesn't smile much at the moment but she tries to speak of joyful things, "I 'ear the misfits are a good pack an' ve'y 'onorable around 'ere" but for now, the galliard may be at a bit of a lack of words.

"So you will compete for Urd's hand, if I have that right, Dominates the Fire-rhya?" Devlin inquires. He then comments, "Voice of Fire-rhya, Jenny has protected many of us Kin from times when during some of our less than good times here in the caern where the Fire over came wisdom for some. She takes a bit of getting used to, I confess. Mind you, her smaller form.. makes me more nervous.. well did."

Lars takes the hit to his head with an affectionate smile. They were Get. Hitting each other was practically cuddling. He gets the hint though and lets his brother deal with things. Looking towards Devlin he says, "Yes. I will be fighting her brother for mating rights. Trekome is planning to challenge me for the right to fight her brother." He doesn't at all seem bothered by this. Like they were doing rock paper scissors over a cupcake. "And she has stated she is homid born. She has no reason to take that form in the caern other than to pull attention to herself."

Jennie pauses just a moment to consider Selene's words but then is shifting down into Homid, a fluid change despite the immense amount of bulk she looses. Standing up from all fours and dusting hands off on her thighs. "I can not fault your reasoning and thank you for your request. I do try to be in it, especially around kinfolk though, to acclimate them and Garou to it." She smiles and bows her head to Devlin. "I am incapable of frenzy and no more so in that form, often having used my bulk to protect the Sept's kinfolk from various times when Garou or various Fera have lost or come close to loosing control of their fury." She then grins at Lars. "Really? I think I get much more attention in this form rather than what is now my natural form."

Wide eyes and long hair both of earthy brown combine with dusky skin and poutish shaped lips in a look often found in Brazilian women. A somewhat husky voice with thick Portuguese accent further her playfully sultry overtone. Height is average but her lusciously curved figure is not, a white bikini displaying widely round breasts and ass, contrasted by a trim middle and by long sculpted legs. A black surfing cuf and white ribbon sandals adorn her feet.

Urd has arrived.

Selene smiles towards Jennie as she changes down her form. "Thank you." She says comfortably towards the woman, no animosity present on her expression. "If you had cause to believe someone here was imminently about to lose control, you'd find no quarrel from me if you took that form again." Selene offers, a compromise from the usually rigid Get. She does however, look towards Lars and Devlin with a grin. Then she blinks, and looks at Trekome with raised brows. "You? You are planning on challenging my Brother for the right to fight for Urds hand?" She sounds surprised, but clearly not offended.

Trekome seems to be less concerned about the talk of fighting over girls now, and shrugs. "We'll see in due time. I'm in no rush to jump into a challenge foolishly. I am fond of her though; she's calming... I rested better after meeting her, even if it wasn't for long." His attention is still on Jennie, and raises a brow when she shifts down. Well, he can see why this form would draw a fair amount of attention. "Well, pleased to meet you, ma'am." he says to Jennie with a polite smile.

Meave blinks a bit as the conversation continues, "Urd?" she questions but then just shakes her head in confusion, or for another reason maybe. Still, she doesn't say much at the moment, perhaps she looks a bit too confused.

Ever so unsuspecting a tall blonde kinfolk walks in from the direction of the bawn entrance. It's a rare 'hair down' day but it's at least drawn back in a ponytail. And since it's -still- far too hot for the Nordic kin she's wearing her 'skirt' again. She's got a basket in her hand. and it seems to have a rather lot of herbs and other various roughage in it. Her other hand has a brace of rabbits.

Lars tosses a couple more logs into the fire. With more and more people showing up it was good to have it nice and big for all to be able to bask in it's warmth and light without anyone needing to result to unnecessary cuddling. He does glance back to Jennie and made a show of looking her over from head to toe. "I could see that, but I somehow think the type of attention is very different." And naturally, Urd's scent reached Lars before he even catches sight of the shirtless kin. He turns to look over his shoulder and smiles, waving her over to join them.

The overall visage of this young female speaks strongly of Northern European blood; 'pretty' but in a fierce way. Her body has ample curves, wherever she was before she came to this place was not unkind to her; long muscled legs, a swell of powerful feminine hips, a firm backside that dip into a well toned middle with a very slight rounded belly and a full chest. She is a testament to her heritage, though shes more fit than well fed these days. Her shoulders somewhat broad slope gently and lead into arms that are proportioned to her athletic stature ending in oddly slender fingers.

Shes painted herself into a pair of slightly worn jeans. These perhaps a tad small for her as they hug fairly tight (Though shopping for someone her height cant be easy). On her feet she has a pair of leather boots that hide under the boot cut of the jean, the heels seem to be boiled leather rather than standerd. On the Valkyrie's toned and feminine torso a ribbed tank top of white, perhaps a size too small, is stretched tight, showing off youthful muscle tone and unbound breasts. The hem of the white cotton ending at the woven belt she has laced into the jeans. And over it all she wears a leather vest lined with real fur. Her hair is such a pale shade of blonde it is nigh white. Thick and unruly, it is well kept and clean she often pulls it back into a high ponytail or braided up in a crown which is often. When it isnt however the long locks hit her at the back of the knees. Her face bears all the strong and oddly exotic mix of the Nordic folk. High cheekbones a strong though not overly broad jawline, a straight slightly snubbed nose and a plump mouth that is too often pulled into a thin thoughtful line. Accented by ash blond arched brows are a pair of almost too pale blue eyes. Theyre stunning with a darker outer rim dimming to powder blue around the iris.

Meave suddenly looks very VERY relieved at something that Devlin whispers. "Oy! Perhaps another reason to celebrate" but about what? Maybe she needs to keep her mouth shut again.

Jennie begins to curtsy to Trekome, pauses with her head tilted to the side as if listening to someone speak, grins as if to something mischievously whispered then stands. Looking distracted she huffs a laugh then looks about the group. "It is and oddly this form causes more fights.. At least around Black Furirs, which I have not figured out. Though if you will all excuse me, I must go to my Pack Alpha." She bobs her head and begins to trot off.

Selene grins towards Trekome, "Well, I wish you luck in your endeavor." She says cordially, before waving warmly towards Urd. She echoes the motion from Lars for her to join the gathering around the fire. She glances towards Jennie, and bows her head." Be well, Kaiju."

Urd's thoughtful distant expression suddenly becomes bright as her icy eyes focus and she lifts the hand with the brace of rabbits in it to wave with two fingers. The gathering seems to cheer her all the more as she winds down the path towards the group. Jennie gets a nod as she passes and a quiet goodbye before she comnes close enough to greet happily, "Hello, everyone!"

Lars gives a brief farewell to the Fera as she leaves. "Good evening, love. Come, join the fire. The flames are warm and the company is good."

Trekome chuckles a little and grins at Selene, "I plan on training so that I won't need it, but thank you." He watches Jennie leave and Urd arrive, and smiles. "Well, hello, Urd. Curious, are any of those herbs and spices good for venison, and did you get the skins and furs I sent?"

Selene looks amused as Lars calls Urd 'love'. D'awww. It shows on her gace as a grin splits her lips. "Welcome, Urd." She says with a nod of her head, before glancing at Trekome as well. Oh yes, this would be amusing.

Urd nods towards Lars and moves over to the group. She pauses to hang the rabbits from a low branch before looking towards Trejome and nods. "Oh, yes probably. I'm going to dry them but if you have fresh venison I can sort some of the herbs out. Show you which ones are best?" She offers, "I did, yes, Voice of Fire-rhya dropped them off. I've got half of them on frames right now. The buckskin was particularly nice." She compliments Trekome before moving to sink down away from the pesky fire. It's already too warm!

Devlin smiles over to Urd, "Hello Urd. Good to see you."

Meave looks relieved as Lars calls Urd love, though what's on her mind may be a bit too hard to tell at the moment. "Wot a day" she merely comments but for now, she simply sits alongside the others, listening to the conversation continue.

Lars pokes and prods the fire with his glaive, keeping it going nicely. He glances between Urd and Trekome and can't help but smile a bit. Like any real Get, he asks with 'subtlety,' "So have you told Urd of your intentions yet?"

Clueless. That's the blonde. She's bent over the herbs and is sorting a small pile on her knee. She blinks a little because Lars said her name and thus her attention is gotten. "Hmm?" She smiles to Trekome, "Will you come over here, Trekome-rhya. I'll show you which herbs work best with venison. Thouhg if you can get some seasalt I highly recommend it. It just takes a while to make."

There is actually a snort of amusement from Selene at Lars words, her head shaking softly before she looks towards Trekome curiously for his answer. She doesn't say anything though, as her arms cross in front of her chest.

Trekome is about to answer both Urd and Lars until Urd calls him over. He looks from Urd to Lars, then back to Urd. Well, shit. "No, I hadn't yet... I actually wanted to make sure I wouldn't get gelded first." he replies and then stands to go over to Urd, grabbing a handle on the cooler and bringing it over. "And I got the meat only a few hours ago... I've kept it iced so it wouldn't spoil, but it really should get cooked soon..."

Meave looks a bit clueless too but watches everyone. "Meat, aye, a good topic o' conversation" she mutters as she watches.

Lars lets out a soft laugh in amusement as Trekome goes off to speak with Urd. He turns a bit so he can watch, surely to learn more about how properly prepare and season venison. Surely.

Devlin sips his coffee quietly as he watches things. "I have some ducks in the smoker dear." He grins a bit, "May have to bring a few few over for friends. What do you think?"

Urd nods, "I can cook it for you if you like. But you'll want to get it into brine if you intend on cooking them steak or roast style." She explains. Her eyes are darting between the gathered now keeping tabs on what's being said but it's Garou talking to Garou and even if it's about her she has not been invited into the conversation. "Natural Garlic is a win with any meat." She explains, "And you can find several types of onion that go well as well. Some people like sage but I prefer sage with fowl." She explains.

Selene chuckles, "I am going to return to the camp." She says towards Lars, before looking over towards Urd and just nodding her and Trekome way. She'd give farewells to those whose attention she caught, then would make her way out.

Meave appears to be brightening up a bit and says, "Oy, ducks sound like a great idea, really do. I remember 'aving rabbit and stew an' other things, but been a while since I 'ad ducks and wot not"

Trekome nods as he listens to Urd, ticking off the mentioned herbs on his fingers. "Dad used to use onions and garlic ground into a paste to rub into the meat with salt and pepper... that always worked well, and I got most of it down." He nods to Selene and dips his head, "Have a good evening, ma'am." Attention goes back to Urd, "Grandpa said sage belongs on fowl, but he sometimes added hot peppers since he liked the spicey kick... I was never good with brine though."

Meave goes home. Meave has left. Selene goes home. Selene has left.

Lars glances up to look at Selene. "I will be not far behind you, Brother. I will see you at camp shortly." He smiles and bows his head lightly to his packmate. But when it seems like Trekome isn't going to give Lars the show he was hoping to see he pushes himself to his feet. "Actually I will follow." He bows to the rest of those gathered. "I will see you all in the future. Have a good evening." And then he grabs his weapon and turns to catch up to his pack mate.

Devlin says, "How do you like to prepare Duck, Urd?"

Urd looks towards Selene, "Goodnight, Voice of Fire-rhya." She says warmly lifting her head to watch the Get leave before glancing to Lars. "To t you as well, Dominates the Flame-rhya." She glances to Devlin, "Honestly I pit roast them or smoke them. They're alright over a flame but it tends to let the fat out of the Duck and it dries it out." Trekome realizes that Lars is heading out and figures he should probably tell Urd while Lars is still here. "Urd, Dominates the Flame-rhya and I were discussing you... He has the first right to challenge your brother for breeding rights, yes?"

Urd's head tilts and she blinks slowly. "Well." She shakes her head, "No. There is no 'first right'." She bites her lip and rolls it a little. This is where being Traditional gets tricky. She explains, "In my family, I know it's different elsewhere, but in my family if you wish breeding rites to a Kinfolk you must challenge a family member. As we are not at my home that would be the nearest possible family member and that would be my Brother or Counsin when they come through. Or if someone took a trip to meet my family at Bear Island then they could challenge a family member there. There is no real, what is the word, preferencial treatment. If a Garou challenges for a Kinfolk and win they have proven themselves worthy of caring for the kinfolk wether through strength or cunning. Admirable traits for a Kinfolk to pass to her Blooded children." She explains, "Also at my Sept if a suitor has challenged and won a kinfolk, if another suitor believes they are not worthy of the Kin they may challenge the person." She also adds, "If a garou were to attempt to claim me without challenge my fmaily would take issue.." 'Issue' she says but it sounds sort of like Murder.

Trekome nods as he listens and hmmms. He nods and looks thoughtful for a moment, then looks towards Lars, "If I understand it then, Dominates the Flame-rhya, claiming breeding rights to a kin is equivalent to being mated or married?" He hears the last bit and can only chuckle to himself.

Urd replies with complete honesty. "Only so long as he can keep me."

Has to slow and turn around, letting Selene gain a much larger lead on him. Resting his glaive against his shoulder he says, "It is similar enough, yes. Though she can be taken away by one who can take her honorably." Lars is calm, confident. There was not even a threat in his tone. He was teaching, in his own way.

Devlin sips his coffee, "Even in the Fianna there are ways to accomplish the same. In truth, I believe each tribe has a way.. a way that makes sense to that tribe." he relaxes a bit

Trekome nods as he listens to the explanation. "Ah... Well then, that adds to the matter a bit, and isn't something to take lightly. We may be seeing each other in a competition of your choosing in the future, sir, but until then, I only wish her pleasant company." he says, dipping his head to Lars.

Lars bows his head slightly in respect. "Careful of your words, cub, when speaking of a future challenge, for those words themselves could be taken as an immediate challenge. I will await your true challenge patiently, however." He wouldn't force Trekome into an immediate confrontation. He liked the kid. Might as well give him his shot. "Win or lose, cub, I will always hold you as pleasant company. You are a good man."

Urd smiles to Trekome and she nods her head to him. She glances towards Lars and he also gets a smile. She doesn't seem nervous though about it all. This is all just a fact of her life. She waits for the Garou to finish their exchange before asking, "Do you know how to brine a deer?"

Trekome bows his head a little lower when Lars warns him, and still offers him time to train. "Thank you, Dominates the Flame-rhya. I won't hold you any longer; enjoy your evening." He stands up straight again and shrugs to Urd, "I honestly never got taught that beyond what goes into a brine solution... and only a couple times before my dad and grandpa both passed."