2014.11.22:Cricket's First Change

Cricket's First Change
Rage and Sadness.
IC Date	11/22/2014
IC Time	Evening
Players	Cricket, Alecto, Ivy_Luthra, Amy_Kerry, William, George
Location	Deep wilderness
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	Combichrist - I Want Your Blood

A howl goes out from just outside the caern. ">>I am Alecto, rited Howls-at-the-High-Moon, Adren, Philodox of the Black Fury tribe. Daughter of Slay-the-Wyrm, Granddaughter of Free-the-Tide, great granddaughter of Bite-and-Twist, great, great granddaughter Judges-the-Weak, great, great, great granddaughter of Honor-Among-Thieves, follower of Pegasus, protector of women. I call all of those willing to help me and the pup Cricket go in search of her family.<<" Cricket and Alecto will be waiting just outside the bawn in open territory. Alecto has decorated herself up in various tribal paints with circles about her eyes. She isn't joking around. She stands in her homid form, waiting for those to arrive who will.

Amy Kerry is in the neighborhood to meet with Theurges. The work of preparing for fetish construction never ends. Hearing that, it really gets her attention, so she walks on out, to see if there's anything she can really do here.

Drifting along quietly, Ivy pads along on bared feet. She arrives, silent, defferential to Alecto, her silver eyes sweeping over those present.

Cricket looks like she's got indigestion - that horrid mix of exictement and anxiety setting her to shifting her weight from paw to paw, ears flicking forward and back, like she can't make up her mind about how she feels while waiting for people to gather.

George appears from the shadows wearing a patchwork leather poncho, the hood currently up. He's dressed for woods work and travel today, more sept dwelling hunter and less urban skater punk but some how still himself. He does not appear to be armed but the poncho is very lose fitting so there could be anything under there.

Alecto gives each a nod as they arrive. She waits for a time and then turns in a complete circle. Once she's done waiting and they have an acceptable group, she reaches out to pet Cricket gently, trying to soothe her. "Cricket grows impatient. It's time to find her family. I have sent a scouting party and head and they think that they might have found them. Potentially. The way is complicated, however, and there could be danger." She reaches back and slides the labrys from its holster on her back. "So we go now." She looks down at Cricket. "Anything you want to say before we go?"

Amy Kerry nods, looking to Alecto to listen, then focused on Cricket, whom this is for after all. Nothing need be said here by her.

Reaching over, Ivy strokes her fingers through Cricket's fur, though she is otherwise quiet for the time-being as she listens to Alecto speak, watching her with a serenity that might be surprising for a Cliath, especially of her moon. She does not speak, she merely nods her head in response to Alecto, carefully avoiding the challenge of direct eye-contact and subtly offering the affirmation of slumped shoulders and a slightly canted head for a vulnerable throat that she will follow her.

Ears flick back again before the young wolf chuffs, <<We will find them. And they will be safe.>> Ahh, the optimism of the young! <<And then I can go home.>> she adds, sounding pleased by this idea. Her tail pops up like a fluffy flag and her posture becomes eager,r eady to run and chase the scent, regardless of the dangerous trail.

George nods to Alecto and cracks his neck before tilting his head to look over at Cricket and listen to the hope in her voice. He nods to the pup and then looks back to Alecto, remaining silent for now.

Alecto's eyes slide over to George and there is a weary look there. She's divided. Seriously divided. On one hand, the pup should know the fate of her family. On the other hand, her family might find its fate at Alecto's hands. Either way. Alecto smiles down at Cricket and takes a breath. "Tracking is easier in lupus form. The scouts are still ahead and we have spirit runners between our group and theirs. George, you can easily see into the Umbra, yes? Without effort?"

Amy Kerry stretches a bit, ready for this trip, ready to go. "I guess if the leaders of the group are going to be in that form, the whole group should follow suit?"

Nodding once again, Ivy is listening. The hopefulness in Cricket's 'tone' almost breaks Ivy's serenity. It causes her features to take on a faintly hollower version of their previous self, and she closes her eyes once, then twice, chestnut lashes fluttering, but she does not allow herself the luxury of a sigh.

Turning her head, Cricket noses at Ivy's hand before moving to greet George and Amy properly - with prods of her cold, wet nose in socially awkward places for humans. Bump! Bump! Quick to circle back to Alecto, she whines, eager to gogogogogogo cause Mama is at the end of the rainbow.

George shakes his head slowly at Alecto "It is easier for me than most but not entirely without effort, perhaps close enough. The Underworld I see as real as the world we live in though."

Alecto nods again at George, taking a breath. "Alright." She nods her agreement to Amy and shifts to her lupus form. She lets out a howl to inform the scouts that they are on the move and takes off toward the outskirts of town

Amy Kerry is jolted into awareness of just how problematic this could be for Cricket, by the touch. Sometimes it's tough to remember just how young she is. But she shifts, taking her lupus form, a well-groomed gray-furred wolf, ready to move and to follow.

Giving Cricket a smile, Ivy slips into her lupus form as well. It is easy, nigh instantaneous, and she moves to take up her place int he pack, small though she may be... packed with muscle and sinew, built for speed and agility.

Ivy shrinks upon all fours, snaps of bone and muscle accompanying a flow into canine form.

Cricket is older than Alecto's pups, just... stunted in several ways by being alone for quite some time. At least she's starting to lose some of that horrible scruffiness to her coat - all the good food Alecto and everyone else keeps stuffing into her finally starting to pay off. Comically large paws carry her to run with the others. uncertain of where to run, she keeps towards the back-ish. She's not the alpha nor beta, but she's eager enough to try and catch scent that she doesn't wanna be last, either.

George drops to all fours with a minimum of effort, he might not have been born on four legs but he's as trained as its possible to be in art of moving between the many forms. Once he's in his short haired, golden eyed, jackal eared form he takes a moment to concentrate with his eyes closed. When he opens them again they briefly and faintly luminesce as he opens his gaze to watch a third world.

Alecto sets a good pace, but she isn't in a hurry. She skirts around the outside of town in the direction of the desert. As the larger trees give way to smaller scrub, she slows down to a light jog near a pool of water. Time for a little break. Alecto collapses at the brink of the pool.

Amy Kerry doesn't realy have much to do yet. She's here in case she's needed, but for now she follows. She considers the water, isn't sure if she wants it, but.. ehh. She might need it, so she drinks.

Although she has to take two, perhaps three steps for each one of her larger companions, the small brown wolf still keeps pace. She's athletic if nothing else; what else she is remains to be seen as she has yet to speak a word. She moves with a sense of purpose, more or less keeping pace with Cricket. Someone has to be last, it might end up being her, if only because she presumes nothing. Once they reach the pool, she may be a little tired but she is breathing evenly; meditative breathing in lupus form while still embracing the wyld. She lowers her muzzle to drink only after checking the surroundings with a sweep of her senses, and even then she is wary.

The pup does alright holding the pace, but she's quick to flop into the water and roll around to cool down once they reach the pool. Not climbing out, she stands and drinks, ears back to keep the water out of them. Once she's drank her fill, she wallows back out and flops ontpo the ground to try and relax while she can.

Mocks-the-Dark is a little slower than his usual ground devouring lope on account of his attention being off focus. When he bumps gently into whoever's ahead of him because of the stop being made he blinks his gaze back to what passes for normal for him. The pool gets a cursory sniff before he starts lapping at it, available resources not to be ignored. >>There's tainted territory ahead of us, and its not newly taken<< he says as he dips in the pool to cool off.

Alecto perks her head up at Mocks' words and lifts her nose, then drops it to the ground, sniffing and snuffling all about. <<Then we're going the right way.>> She gives another look to Cricket who's all muddy.. AGAIN... and she moves over and gives her a lick and a nuzzle, then nudges her back toward the back. <<Stay back. If there is a fight, you will be torn to shreds. Do you understand me?>> She rises up to her full height, edging forward just a little bit. <<The moment of truth. There might be pups. The mother is white, like Cricket. Subdue if necessary. Anything else is fair game and probably heavily tainted.>>

Amy Kerry shifts to hispo in order to beef up a bit for the run. Better to have some more stamina than pure quickness for a long trip. So she's less well groomed now, but bigger and grayer. "Understood," comes her answer, though her eyes are mostly on Cricket.

They're close? They're close! Tired as she is the sore pawed pup gets to her feet and, well... she -SHAKES-, spraying mud and water everywhere before turning her nose down the path. Wait? HAHAHAHAHA. That's a joke, right? Cause she's waited for days and days and days - way more than she can count - to see her Mama again. Bolting in the direction of the scent, she can't help but howl, calling out for her family.

<<Understood,>> is precisely the answer given by the small brown bitch as well as the calm, quiet, little Ahroun gives the affirmation in the movements of lupine bodily language. She noses some water over her form and then shakes it out. Still too young yet for her tribe's charcoal grey, there is already a patch of it begining at her chest in this form, in the shape of a quatraine star.

William has been off to the edges while following with the group. Thinking quietly while loping along in hispo. A huge gray beast. Sniffing at the surroingings and air while keepiing and eye and ear open for the spirits. And Cricket. He moves in closer to the group when they get to the pool to lap up some of the water. <<Stop!>> Is called out to Cricket as she takes off.

Mocks-the-Dark bares his teeth and brings one of his forepaws up to cover his mouth as he looks after Cricket when she goes bounding off. The magic of his gift switching off her howl like someone pulled a plug on a speaker.

Goddamn it. Howls lets out a growl as Cricket goes bolting off and chases after her, nipping sharply at her flank. <<There might be more there who would hurt you and keep you from your mother. Stay BACK until we know it's safe.>> Howls bolts out in front and hipchecks Cricket toward Amy and Ivy and waits for George and William to move forward. She doesn't stop the progress of the pup, but makes sure to keep her BEHIND the others as she dashes ahead.

A good mile later, Howls has shifted up to her hispo form. Ahead there is a mass of white fur being chewed upon by something that looks rather like this: http://tinyurl.com/nqalrj8. It looks up, its face dripping with gore, a pup about the size of cricket draped, clearly dead, from its mouth.

Amy Kerry tries to get in front of Cricket for now. Not about to rush into anything herself, not knowing what else may be in the neighborhood. Safety in numbers, is something Cricket especially could use right this moment. If Cricket tries to get by her, Amy will try to to tackle.

A born metamorph, the small brown wolf formerly known as Ivy pounds after Cricket as well as she blurs into the shape of the hispo dire wolf. She only needs to touch the pup, and she will, if she gets near THAT thing....

Small Brown Wolf goes down on all fours, muscle and bone popping as it flows into a massive lupine form.

<<MAAMA-->> The howl jerks short with an eerie silence a moment before the pup is tumbled, tripping when hipchecked and rolling to her feet. Tail tucked and ears back, she wobbles uncertainly before picking up the pace, bringing up the rear after being put in her place - which means she doesn't see what there is to see, but she can smell things, her sharp nose picking up the scents.

William stays beside Cricket while they move. Close for the support or to get in the way of attackers that come for her. It also means it'll be easy to get to her to heal. He nudges her with his nose. <<Not so loud. Calling out will draw in danger.>> His head raises, sniffing at the air and growling as they get to the thing and what it's eating.

Mocks-the-Dark snarls at the sight of whatever that is doing whatever it did. Moving with quickness and purpose he is more than willing to take point on the charge towards the creature.

THe thing rises up, towering at a good ten feet tall. Alecto, probably just about in line with George shifts off to one side, letting George head in first. She's moving around to flank the thing.

There are rocks and low scrubs here and there. There's something behind a few of them, scattered about. Hard to tell what, but they're clearly hiding.

The dark nose of the pup twitches and she lifts her head to the air when the beast rises to that incredible height. The scents mix and she manages to untangle the mess of them. Blood, Mama, her sibling... death. Ears flatten to the young wolf's skull and her tail tucks before she takes in a huge breath and howls it out in a heartbroken sound - eerie and carrying for miles. Running out of air, she sucks in another big lungful of air, shaking. Chance was right - she should have been here. With them. Should have come sooner to find them. The second howl starts but twists, the sound deepening, growing louder - mourning becoming that deep, visceral rage as the pup's form jerks and limbs break. She's not an impressive crinos, short and scrawny - but she IS a crinos wolf, white stained brown, with eyes full of pain fueled rage, head turned up towards the moon as that second howl dies down, leveling her gaze at the thing that ate her Mama.

The scent of her dead mother and sibling is maddening to the white warform. Surging forward, lost to the rage, Cricket lashes out with her long, sharp claws, trying to tear the thing apart. As great as her fury is, it doesn't make up for the inexperience on the pup's end - managing to bloody the thing, but little more.

Brown Dire Wolf explodes forth in a wave of crackling bone and rippling muscle as fur errupts from every portion of her elongating body.

Darting past the monstrosity, the brown dire wolf only brushes up against it, barely hip bumping its leg really before turning on a dime and in doing so coming down on one foot in crinos form with her clawed hands out in knife-hands one at her cheek, the other palm up and forwards at solar plexus level. The stance is odd, similar to standing lotus postur ein Yoga with a square block from Taekwando.

Alecto takes a swipe, attacking with claws, right across the belly, howling out a war cry, trying to stay away from Cricket, but keeping note of her position.

Mocks-the-Dark gives a low eerie howling yip at the icky and for a flicker of a moment his golden eyes flash silver and so do Icky's. The monstrosity stops and starts pawing at its face trying to figure out what this strange thing attached to its skull is

William pads forwards as the rest rush into battle. He stays close to them in case any needs healed. He turns, so he can keep an eye on the fight and watch behind them. Something's there. Not sure what but it might be an ambush of more Ickys.

Amy Kerry isn't staying in front of Cricket after that, which surprised her much less than really it should. So, she puts everything into fighting for the kid, shifting, and going in claws first. And starts out with a good swipe, which makes her growl happily.

Cricket isn't even aware of the others. Her radar is blipless but for the thing that has the scent of her dead mother and brother all over. The others are far better at hitting things than she is, but when the wounds start to drag it down, she steps in and locks her jaws around the thing's head and those muscles bulge. There's an awful moment of silence before teeth slip, grip, and then the skull caves. Huge clawed hands grab the thing by the shoulders and jerk it back and away, leaving the crushed head within her jaws before she chews twice and uses her tongue to push the nasty thing from her mouth.

Alecto steps back a few paces once it becomes too crowded. That last swipe was tricky and she almost caught Cricket with the claws. SO she makes way, letting Cricket destroy the gurgling, whimpering, babbling thing that quite literally never knew what hit it. She is intent, focused, but she slumps down just a little bit so as not to be perceived as a threat by Cricket. Rank, during a first change, means absolutely nothing.

Amy Kerry gets in her hits, but then notices that people are getting their distance from Cricket. Oh. Oh yeah. so she backs off herself, staying in this form so that if something does go wrong, she can better take the hits.

Mocks-the-Dark gave that eerie howl and then nothing, in fact without actively looking for him specifically no one sees him anywhere.

Once the thing's death has been achieved, Ivy sweeps her gaze around, looking for signs of physical evidence. Tracks, overlapping markings, fly larvae, signs of how long the pups have been dead. If there are survivors, were there more than just Icky involved. She falls back on what her American Father taught her about investigative procedure, trying for the moment to pick up clues to see if any of the pups were safe besides Cricket.

William keeps a little distance from the melee. Watching and listening while Cricket sates her rage. His lips pull back, baring his teeth a bit in what passes for a smile. A little pride there and feeling honored to be there for her first change. He sniffs at the air and continues to look around.

Westward Wind ripples and flows with an audible crackle as bones and muscle coalesce into human shape.

Cricket isn't done mauling the body the thing, tearing into the limp mass until she's more red than brown and white. Once the rage has burnt off enough that the scent reminds her of the loss, the Howler Throwback snuffles at the ruined body and whines, moving on all fours towards the dead bodies of her family, gently bumping them with her muzzle and whimpering - like she can make them get up.

Just one pup is dead. It was in Icky's mouth. Remember? Now that the fight is done, with a quick look around, anyone would see that there are a few flies, and the smell is atrocious. More than a day, less than a week. Horrible physical trauma. Throat is ripped out, guts are spilled everywhere, and the pup - well, it's just a blob of bloodied fur.

Alecto is intent on Cricket. She'll let her maul and chomp to her heart's content. She stays in her hispo form, which is most comfortable for her, several paces back to keep an eye on the cub.

William pads over to Cricket after she calms. He nudges her with his nose and leans against her as he makes a soft noise. Not her family, but he's doing what he can to comfort her. He'll let the others take over the investigation for now.

The young monk is compassionate, but she is worried about the possibility there may be more pups alive. She knows the woods both as wolf and human, looking along the ground as she lets Alecto, Cricket's mother figure, comfort her. Ivy, true to her Tribe's sense of enigma and mystery seeks. "Tracks. Small and light... white fur... " She drifts in a direction, silent on her bared feet, not wanting to startle what she expects to find.

Unconvinced that they're really dead, Cricket noses at the torn belly, trying to poke the guts back into the hole they came back out of, ears flat and tail tucked up tight against her lower belly. When touched, she snarls at william and tenses like she might try to have a go at the big grey before she whines and tries to shove him at the mess with dead Mama. He can fix it.

Amy Kerry has all eyes on Cricket now. Her only concern here. Cricket can defend herself now to be sure, but what is she going to do now?

There's a little snarl from the direction that Ivy is heading and a pup a little larger than Cricket leaps out toward the woman, snarling, growling, while a couple of other little balls of fluff, not nearly so bedraggled as Cricket start to emerge from hiding. <<Leave him alone!!! LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE! BACK OFF! NOW!!>>

<OOC> Alecto says, "Sorry... let me correct myself. There's a snarl from where Ivy's heading.. but ANOTHER one, a little ways away.. is the one being all RAWR"

William doesn't tense up or react to the growl. It was a risk and he knew it. He looks at Cricket with sadness in his eyes and shakes his head slowly. >>I can't fix it.<< He stays leaned in against Cricket and nuzzling against her. He nudges her with his shoulder and pushes her around so she's pointing towards the other pups. >>Look.<<

<<Cricket.... you need to look to the living, not the dead..Are those your brothers and sisters?>> Alecto's eyes slide back and forth between Cricket and where the pups are emerging

Mocks-the-Dark is watching from somewhere near by but somehow out of sight. The blessings of the dark moon gift him with passage beyond awareness. He shifts his perceptions to the spirit realm and back again after he checks, he's concerned for Cricket but he remains hidden and vigilant for the moment.

In the face of the cub who leaps out at her, Ivy is as calm as a placid pool of water. shakes her head and simply takes on lupine form, melting into it with he natural ability to shift. She is likely much smaller than th epup, but there is a sense of power about her. And simple cool, unchanging, unmovable calm. >>I am not our enemy, young one.<<

The bloodied white whines again, head hanging further with the words from the big grey. Pushed and spun, she doesn't put up a fight, paws splaying for balance. Forced to look to the other white pups, her ears flick up a little and she chuffs a low sound, slinking towards the other pups.

Ivy shrinks upon all fours, snaps of bone and muscle accompanying a flow into canine form.

The pups are all converging on Ivy slowly, all growling and snarling, some more forcefully than others. The message is the same from each: Back off! They're brave little farts, for sure. Only one hangs back, the littlest of the bunch, cowering in its spot. IT eyes Cricket speculatively and starts to move in HER direction, sniffling, skittish, but approaching.

Amy Kerry is more than a little heartbroken by what's unfolding here. She shifts back into homid, sniffing... but most definitely keeping her distance. Not threatening here, no, don't mind me here.

William nudges Cricket towards the other pups. <<Go. Talk to them. They need you. You're a big wolf now. Chosen to be a protector.>> He sniffs at the air as the other pups move around.

Alecto adores Cricket, and inside, her heart is breaking for the pu---for the Cub. But she stays as she is, letting William be the loving daddy figure while she stays ever so slightly aloof on the outside. She watches warily and she also takes a sniff at the air, not at all liking what she smells.

The smaller of the two, Cricket's ears flick forward a little more, not -quite- standing up as she sniffs at the cub, then headbutts it on the shoulder before making a sharp yip and turning to bounce for the others, trying to get at butts for the sniffing and some ear licking.

The pups turn toward Cricket as she yips, forgetting about Ivy and dinner. Licks, sniffs, nibbles, pounces, paw smacks, nibbles. <<You smell funny>> is the general agreement, but they most definitely recognize her. The smallest pup finally dashes forward to join in all the social graces.

Mocks-the-Dark comes out from behind Alecto, and relaxes back into his human shape. He's clearly touched by the scene as well though he's doing his best to discipline his expression to some measure of composure. He does give a little bit of a smile at the reunion.

Not getting in the way of the family reunion, neither does the small brown wolf back down. There is no threatening body language, but she settles onto her haunches and watches, impassive, like a sentinel. No, she is not of their litter or their pack. She can probably smell the taint even without the gift for it with as bad as it is in this place; some things are obvious.

William gives a meaningful look to Alecto and shrugs after sniffing at the air. One that says there's still a chance they'll need to do what was talked about before. Then a balance at each other before he follows after Cricket. Sitting near the family reunion.

Amy Kerry isn't sure what to think. Something could yet be wrong. So she breathes deeply, blinking hard. It's a lot to feel and a lot to think about watching this reunion, yet knowing it's not quite over yet, in the worst case.

Tumbling with the rest of her litter, Cricket noses each in turn, from biggest to littlest. <<One. Two. Three. four. Five.>> No six. Ears lay back again, briefly, before she knocks the littlest over and chews a tick off of its ear, plehplehpleh'ing until she spits the bug out and looks back towards the other Big Wolves, <<Blackwolflady. BigGrey. LittleBrown. QuietBlack. Citywolf.>> Giving more associative names for the Garou that have come.

She can only watch really, watching between the cubs and Cricket and te horribly tainted area they are in. The small brown wolf doesn't trust that they are, out of the woods... so to speak. She is relying on her lupine senses now, nose to the wind, ears perked, while keeping her eyes on the interaction.

William sits up a little straighter when Cricket says BigGrey. Showing the other litter-mates who she's talking about. <<We all need to be cleaned. They will probably get sick like you did.>> Is said to the newest garou as he sit outside of the pile of puppies.

George nods to William and he reaches inside his poncho for a canteen, offering it over "I came prepared Theurge, we just need to find a tree to get a usable branch from. Best see to the area as well."

Amy Kerry nods to Cricket when addressed, guessing which one she's supposed to be. Then when the talk of cleansing some, she looks down at her hands, which were the claws that touched the beast, and holds them out like she doesn't want to touh herself with them now.

Least Amy didn't have it in her mouth. Yeuch. More earlicking and cross grooming between the littermates before Cricket untangles a little and looks around before focusing on William. <<They need a circle-bath?>> remembering how her own cleansing was done. After a pause for thought, she bounces back towards the others and tumbles them into a wriggling heap of a snugglefest.

William shifts to homid and nods at George. jean shorts and a t-shirt with bare feet. "Thanks." He takes the canteen and pulls a knife from his pocket then moves off to find a tree. "Yes. Us too." He nods at Cricket. "We'll need to get everyone gathered in close together."

Moving now, the little brown wolf steps over to George and William, padding quietly. She moves low and slow, she turns for a moment towards Cricket and chuffs, <<Yes, they need a circle bath. We all do.>> Licking her muzzle, the little brown wolf eyes everyone present for a moment, Garou and wolf alike, and goes back to being seated on her haunches.

George nods to William as he goes off to select a branch "I can assist with the Rite, does anyone else know it? Or wish instruction in it?"

Amy Kerry walks on over. She puts her right hand in, and shakes it all about. Is that how the rite goes? OK no she just thinks that part. That would be a really bad joke.

>>I will attempt the learning of it, but my ritual knowledge remains weak,<< is the small brown wolf's reply. She tracks George and William then stretches herself, before resuming her human form.

At least in one big furry, bloody, muddy pile, they litter is mostly contained, right? After a few moments of touseling to see who is top of the pile, Cricket pokes her head out of the pile and looks at the other wolves - uncertain of this rite thing.

Small Brown Wolf ripples and flows with an audible crackle as bones and muscle coalesce into human shape.

William comes back with a good branch. He hobbles a few times and reaches down to look at his foot. Stepped on something sharp. "It's a simple rite. One good for everyone to know. Even if you only use it on yourself after a fight." He kneels down as everyone gathers together and starts to carve a circle in the ground around them with a knife. Explaining whet he's doing and why.

Alecto has, all this time, been reasonably silent. She moves to help William though, her knowledge of rites and rituals being at least enough for that.

George nods and moves to assist William as is proper, making sure that the dead are included in the cleansing. The friendlies because they deserve to be interred shriven and the icky because he doesn't want its yuck to mar their resting place.

Cricket is familiar with the process of the cleansing, and busies herself with grooming her brothers and sisters, figuratively holding their hair back when they start to vomit up the black, tarry disgusting stuff that is their taint made manifest and expunged from their bodies. The pups hack and retch, Cricket comforting the best she can while they sick up the wyrm.

With the help of the other garou, William draws the circle, burns the branch, sprinkles water. All the motions and howls for the Rite of Cleansing. Purging the taint from them all and the area. He also uses it as an informal teaching session for those that don't already know the rite.

Amy Kerry holds her hands out, and does pay attention, but is kind of distracted by the pile of pups.

And the Stargazer Warrior is distracted by the fact that this is enemy territory and is still keeping an avid eye out. She Not that she shows any signs of nervousness, but when your tribe is on the verge of becoming one of the Lost Tribes caution and discretion pay. Sure she was in the vanguard, but then an elder began the charge. She holds her hand out, however, definitely wanting to be cleansed.