2018.04.24: Merlin Accepts Iris

Merlin Accepts Cheeto
Terminal Velocity and Iris go on a Spirit Quest in the Umbra to seek Merlin's acceptance of Iris into the pack.
IC Date	April 24th, 2018
IC Time	Evening
Players	Brooke, Dragomir, Halona, Iris, Sergei, Terminal Velocity
Location	Training Caves
Spheres	Gaian Garou

Terminal Velocity has been spending a lot of time with Iris the last few days, getting to know her better and learning her story. Each by now has selected two things they wish to learn from her, and made clear what they wish to teach her. Part of the pack bonding that Dragomir demands of them. As the Gibbous moon takes high into the night, the pack travels to meet with Journey - having already warned the Elder of their intention to break Iris' connection to Pegasus so that they might bring her under Merlin's wing to join them (presuming he accepts her). Dragomir has asked that Brooke take the leadership role in this, and that the pack follow her and Iris' lead when dealing with Pegasus. A subtle indication to Sergei that it might be best if they speak as little as possible.

Journey snaps and settles into a larger human like figure. Journey has specified a place in the Umbra, on the other side of the Gauntlet from Honors Ritual Space, where he first performed the Totem for Terminal Velocity and where, in the physical world he has placed his preparations for the Totem once more and a small note 'If you touch this, I will find you and remove a finger. Journey' Journey sits in the Umbra, brown soft feather owl wings settled on his back, in Glabro, looking at a feathered serpent, having some freaking conversation with the thing as it hovers there.

Sergei nods and follows his Alpha's direction, however far back his birth Sept and the furies might have kinfolk in common, it's best not to take chances.

Brooke follow with the pack, excited but solemn as this is such an important event for their pack, and especially for Iris.

Arriving with her soon to be new pack mates, Iris leaves her Bigass Purse as well as her shirt well out of the way in some little corner of the ritual chamber, and slips into the umbra like a natural. Tattooed wings unfurl to large, feathery appendages, and ruffle up before settling again in a white wave behind her. It's a display of her allegiance to the sky as much as it is quiet homage to Pegasus, as is her toplessness. She's not shy, though she doesn't go whipping her wee ta-tas out just whenever. No, this is just an old fashioned display of proud femininity unbound that other Furies, at least, would probably get. Although, as an archer, she has chosen not to divest herself of one of them. Not like they really get in her way anyways. It also displays her 'war wounds', surgical scars as well as that neat one where she totally got gutted on her very first run with Brooke and Halona. She will never make it as a porn star!

She gives her prospective new family a smile, but then turns to Journey and says, "Thanks for doing this, Shaderunner-Rhya," mark the time and date when she got formal for five seconds! "I'm ready whenever you lot are."

The Feathered Serpent flits away in a blink when the Garou come, Journey looking up and listening as Iris approaches, looking to the side in her direction, then looking past her, looking over Terminal Velocity as they stand back for the moment, nodding to their actions. Good. He looks back and points into the edge of the open area as Pegasus steps in through the darkness. Dappled coat, white feathers, not all of them there, one ear up and one down, chipped hooves, painted different colors, Pegasus steps in, and clopclops towards Iris. This is Iris's Pegasus. She moves toward Iris, then stops, and in the Spirit language. *I know.* She looks to the Garou lined up , then to the Strider closer and back to Iris. *How could I not know?*

How does one appear as little of a threat as possible, well - he takes his lupus form and makes himself physically small. The silvery white wolf pads along behind Brooke, and chuffs in greeting to Journey when they arrive >>Greetings Shaderunner'rhya, Terminal Velocity is differing to Hushed-Blaze's leadership on this spiritual quest. We are here to support Mercy's Messenger in her efforts.<< then he settles back on his haunches quietly, and watches. Though as Pegasus arrives, he clams up quickly.

Lupus. It's where Halona is most comfortable, it's how she spends most of her time. So taking this form now is absolutely not a problem. She falls into her place in the spread of her pack mates, not at the back, but slightly off to one side, where she might disappear more easily if it was necessary. Not that she expects to - just where she stands.

Brooke takes the lead, as Dragomir had asked, and steps up, not far behind Iris, there to support her. Her hands kept on her small baby bump, as she bows her head to Journey, "Yes, we have chosen Mercy's Messenger to join us, and she has accepted. We wish to join her to pay respect to Pegasus." She bows her head with respect toward Pegasus.

Howling-Wind melts into his four footed form and falls into position. He sits behind Iris and slightly to her left, willing to risk getting scowled at by a spirit to support his new sister. He's laying down with his head on his paws, a posture of submission though. He's brave, not stupid.

Executing a deep and graceful bow with wings spreading as though in mimicry of a curtsy, Iris greets this avatar of her tribe's totem in its own tongue, ~Greetings, my Tribal Mother.~ Straightening up, she takes a knee before the spirit, not in any sort of cowering or fear, it's just respect all the way. Child to mother, Theurge to small-goddess, Black Fury to totem. ~I would ask you see and know my friends and, by your leave, family. This is Hushed Blaze, Adren Galliard of the Glass Walkers, tonight representing the pack of Terminal Velocity, who fly under Merlin's eye of Respect. These are her pack mates, Like the Wind, Adren Wendigo Ragabash - Howling Wind, Adren Wendigo Ahroun, and Eye of the Storm, Adren Philodox Silver Fang. And of course the rite master, Shaderunner, Elder Silent Strider, who oversees this pack's endeavors tonight.~

With introductions made and a gesture to each as they're named, she bows her head towards Brooke to represent like a boss.

Spirits are strange. As Iris speaks Pegasus steps forward, closing the distance with Iris and leaning Her head over the Black Fury.

Journey watches the Pegasus and frowns as he moves to the side, lifting both hands at Brooke and waving them once, outward in a cutting off gesture in the direction of the Pack and turning to watch the Pegasus and Iris.

The Pegasus, leans Her head down to the right side of Iris' face. The Equine eyes close.

Like the Wind dips her head slightly as she's introduced, but otherwise makes no motion. Her eyes are ever alert, but stay locked on the pair up there.

Brooke notes Journey's gesture, and quietly steps back further, gesturing for the others to step back as well. Brooke gets down on her knees as well after moving back, sticking with her pack, eyes on Iris and Pegasus.

The silvery white wolf remains seated on his haunches silently, watching the exchange between Iris and Pegasus with some interest. Wolf ears perk lightly upwards at Journey's gesture, cocking his head to the side curiously or in some manner of confusion. Though he allows Brooke to handle this, he even lays down. Nice to get some time off.

Garou totally cry, or at least Iris does, but it's not sad tears by any means as she nuzzles heads with Pegasus, it's the sort of crying you do when you leave home for the first time and your mom won't stop hugging you and making sure you know you have to call her AS SOON AS YOU GET THERE. In fact, that's basically exactly how Iris feels. "Thanks, mom, I will. I promise." she says with a sniffle, "Thanks for taking me in and keeping me safe till it was time to go to war." She means every word of it, and there's not an adequate way to express her feelings in language except in that exact way.

BUT! No embarrassing herself or Pegasus, or the rest of the folk in the room. No no! She straightens up, sucks in her sniffles and wipes her damned eyes on the back of her hand. "I'll do our tribe proud, and thank you for approving of my family. I love you." She clears her throat and falls into a weird, awkward sort of silence. Super emotional moments are very strange when you're being watched by other people.

Journeys expression is watchful, but he seems to be watching the Spirit and Iris folds his arms across his chest, watching.

Pegasus nuzzles into Iris till she pulls back and takes a breath in, then Pegasus backs up, wings riffling slightly as She shakes her mane, little golden flecks of glitter coming from her and she turns, clop clop

And, suddenly, the coat is a pure pristine white, silver wings, ivory hooves and impossible beauty in boundless grace. glowing silvery fetlocks and forelocks shimmering in the non-light of the Umbra. True Pegasus is revealed as the presence within Iris vanishes and One become Two.

Pegasus looks around at the others here, and clopclops, and the silver wings spread and the Spirit takes to flight, banks, and vanishes into the distance.

Howling-Wind lets out a huff of breath as he relaxes when the totem departs >>Well that was an experience. For certain<<

Like the Wind is just watching. She makes the tiniest little snurfle sound.

The sensation of being separated from Pegasus is... Weird, and wrong, and terribly lonely. So lonely! Iris clutches her chest between her breasts and stands there for just a moment looking lost and slightly pained. She tits up as best she can though (girl version of sacking up) and cleans off her face with a hand. "Shit." she mutters, and then tries to formal up again quickly.

Brooke looks up to Journey, waiting to see what come up next. So she stands up to represent her pack, stepping up next to Iris in support of her as well. "Shaderunner'rhya, time to call upon Merlin and seek his challenge for Mercy's Messenger to join us as his children?"

Journey takes in a deep breath, and looks up after where Pegasus vanished, nodding, "Sometimes spirits do not give a shit about Garou Protocol." He turns to Iris and moves to her, nodding, "Yeah, give it a minute, you did this before, for a long time, take your time."

Like the Wind slips to her feet and pads over to take up station on the other side of Iris from Brooke. Girl power. Or some shit.

They are not alone though, not quite. Perhaps they never truly are, and Merlin is always watching them from over head - wings spread and gliding through Luna's light until perching nearby and preening for a moment. The spirit studies the group, and perhaps more pointedly Iris now - the bird of prey seems anything but welcoming though.. there will probably not be hugs and tears from this spirit.

The silvery white wolf lifts back up to a stand and looks about alert at the faint sound of the flutter of wings and the feeling of their totem's presence. It would seem Merlin is also well aware of the intentions here.

Howling-Wind stands and moves over to sit next to Iris' leg, head butting her hip. Scritches of fur make for excellent therapy. It is known.

Iris smiles down at the pair of wolves, and even if it's not exactly dignified, she scritches the Wendigo pair behind the ears while stretching a wing like a third arm to briefly squeeze(ish) Brooke. Drago does not get a wing squeeze! It'd totally ruin his noble guise, most likely. She keeps her hands (and wings) to herself though when a Merlin appears. Iris totally manages not to squee over its teeny little needle beak.

Journey looks at Iris and when she seems better with the Garou surrounding her, he looks to Brooke, "Now we are ready." He looks around and lifts a hand in a circle, "Everyone." He points down, "Across." He looks up, and in the Spirit language, *They're coming* And blip, he's gone, and in the physical world getting his Riteworks he left there to send them off.

Like the Wind leaaaaaaaaaaans into the scritch for just a moment and mlems Iris's hand briefly. But then Journey's speaking and her ears perk and she rises to her feet and moves instinctively off to the side, ready for... things?

Brooke tries not to smile too much from the wing squeeze, and prepares to do as Journey has instructed, motioning to the rest of the pack to follow suit.

The silvery white wolf lifts, and pads towards Iris, >>We shall see if Merlin leaves us scowl to find him or not.<< and he coils to cross the gauntlet back to the physical world once more. Just as they performed before, when they formed their pack, it was time to search again anew.

Smiling, Iris takes comfort in Stuff To Do, and at the command she leans (as it were) into the Gauntlet to slide across, and go flash bewbs at people in the physical world.

Howling-Wind follows as he's bid. Taking comfort in direction as he always does.

Journey has the Ritual area to themselves for a bit. A Rite of the Totem lets you RSVP the place. Journey has the clay pot and takes the lid off, taking the wooden chopsticks and mixing the concoction of muck inside, leaning over it, and nods, "Once again." He, holds aloft the bowl, changing. <<Stand before me as a Pack, take, of this mixture and put it over your eyelids. Then as one, pass the Gauntlet. Take to the Umbra as a Pack, and face Merlin together, to show your unity. From there, Merlin will decide.>> He holds out the concoction to each of them in turn and lets them do whatever kind of Forming-Voltron-Group-Aisling-Thing Terminal Velocity might do. It's really not his place to judge. But he'll do it anyway. Shaderunner explodes upward into a massive Egyptian horror. (Delirium effect +rules The Delirium)

Halona slips across into the real world and retakes her place. She takes her share of the gunk and sniffs it, but.... she waits, glancing around at the others.

The silvery white wolf slips back into the physical world, and then moves to shift to his Homid form once more once instructed. A nod is given towards Brooke, no doubt the silent - this is still your show nod, before he waits to be instructed. He dips his hands into the muck, and prepares to coat his eyes like they did before.

Brooke instructs them all where to stand. Iris in the middle, with two of them on each side. Dragomir on one side, with Sergei. Brooke next to Iris, with Halona next to her. She nods to Dragomir and gestures for him to apply the muck to Howling-Wind (since he appears to still be in lupus), and then nods to each of the others to apply it to themselves, as she has taken her own share. "Now, take hands,..." she looks over to Howling-Wind "..or tail or ear, and let's step on three...two... one." She reaches out to Iris and Halona, and calls the numbers out slowly, and does not say one until they are all connected and ready to side step in.

Howling-Wind looks up at Brooke, indeed still in lupus and probably will stay that way until someone tells him otherwise or something happens that obviously needs a different shape. He waits and listens patiently, holding still while he's gooped. Crossing over when directed again.

Iris hops to without hesitation when directed, and absolutely does not ask what's in the stuff. SHE knows full well that if you wanna be a good Theurge, you gotta make some *nasty* shit some times. Eyelids smeared, she takes one of Brooke's hands and probably Sergei's butthook, and on the count of whenever, she zoops!

Shaderunner watches, and after a moment, he lifts his forearm, showing the reflective surface of the bracers he wears. Still not judging.

Dragomir lifts his head proudly, swelling his chest. He has full confidence in his pack and his Beta. She will get them across.. and they can't see Shaderunner's gesture, cause he gunked them in the eyes, so judge this Strider boy! He waits to be pulled across.

Halona just waits. What more is there to do, really? Maybe she should prepare for being blind a little bit. Later.

Brooke tries to lead them through the gauntlet but something holds them back. No blame given, but she takes in a breath and thinks of Shaderunner'rhya watching them, trying to look out her gunked eyes for a shiny glint.

The concoction on the eyes of the Garou starts to feel warm as the Gauntlet is pushed through, the Pack of Terminal Velocity moving across the Gauntlet, and vanishing.

Shaderunner looks down and ticks a few things off on his claws, and nods, <<Okay. Good Luck.>> He starts cleaning up.

Iris has never moved that slowly through the gauntlet before, and oh my god, it is aaaaaaagonizing! Not that she gnosis shames Brooke or anything,

Once they get through to the other side finally, they are confronted with a bit of a strange encounter. Different than before, in that they are surrounded by.. birds. Tons of birds, specifically the brood of Falcon - hundreds of different feathers, shapes, sizes and the birds are perched all along the high vantages of where they are.

It's where they are that is probably the most horrifying truth though. It appears to have been some type of laboratory or something here - the wall is destroyed and on the ground is a girl that reasonably resembles Iris curled up in a half-ball and appears to be wounded.

The birds cock their heads in unison, turning and tipping them as eyes peer down in judgment of the scene below. Watching. As if they were determining whether this was friend or foe.. prey or predator. They all ruffle their wings in unison, which brings a cacophony of noise and the flutter of wind as they do so. Even as the pack appears, they appear to be... waiting, for something.

Halona beez sneeky

When the steely, clinging webs of the Gauntlet stop tickling her face and trying to trap her and her friends in the In Between of time and space, Iris opens her eyes, and then opens them WIDE. Birds, yes a bazillion birds, but it's the environment, the not having been expecting this at all, and then she spots the girl on the ground. Her impulse and thoughts are immediate and beyond her capability to help. Made of 87% compassion (and 13% boogers), having hurled herself into a healer's role and a Lifesaver (flaw) mentality after escaping her own laboratory doom, Iris loses her sense right away. It's not rage though, there's no real *horror* in her in this place. Her thoughts tumble over each other, ~Goddess!/Oh no!/She's hurt!/I'm hurt!/Arke!~ that last one slipping in on the heels of the rest by muscle memory. After all, if she's in the lab, then Arke hasn't fallen yet. But they're not, and she has, and that last one is squashed even as she lets go of Sergei's tail and Brooke's hand, snapping her wings for a burst of speed and a far jump to kneel by the curled up girl. Her first thought is healing. It always is, even when it gets her in trouble.

Howling-Wind goes straight to looking around for someone to murder. A low growl in the back of his throat, glancing aside to his Alpha for possible ideas of targets.

Brooke blink blinks when she see the birds, and then the girl. When Iris lets go of her hand she reaches both to her belly, and then follows quickly a step or two behind the flying Iris to head over to this girl. She is right there with her, looking like the mother she is soon to be, caring for a child.

There's no hesitation. Zero. Zip. Halona is made up of instinct. Birds. Good or bad? Unsure. Girl hurt. Iris got that. Brooke, protecting belly. Sergei, growling, but holding. This is all assessed in a quick scoop of her gaze.

This is far different than the last time they sought Merlin. Dragomir stumbles forward finally through the gauntlet and takes in a needless breath after having to fight so hard to get through. His blue-eyes widen at the sight of so many of Falcon's brood looming over them and watching. He wipes at his shoulders and face, brushing away the feeling of the webs as he recalls Iris' story and what he learned from her. He looks towards Brooke and says, "We are being tested.. judged." he motions towards the birds who's eyes beed intently down upon them, as if watching their every action - movement and reaction to this scene. He will differ to Brooke's leadership now.

Even as Iris gets closer, Arke still seems so distant. When she reaches out to heal the girl, she is -just- out of reach. As though she was trying to reach her sister through invisible bars or something. Right there, and yet so far away. Though the voice of her sister she can hear, ~Why would Merlin want you?.. you're broken. Twisted, and warped. The meat is rotten, the mind diseased.~ she says, though her face is never revealed as she lays there. ~You'll just get them hurt.. like you let them hurt me.~

Holy shit, it *is* her sister! Iris was not entirely expecting that. Or maybe she was. She's not... entirely sure at this point. Emotional things are chaotic, you know? And this environment, the smothering Weaver quality makes her start to feel somehow calcified from the inside out. The sound of her fraternal twin's voice helps though, oddly enough, stoking some inner fires and spurring her rage. Sure, yeah she *absolutely* loves her twin, how could she not? But bitch tried to claw her face off and then attacked Gaians and LEFT HER ALL ALONE as though she followed the Thundercunt totem or something. "Yeah, I know." she says of the test/hallucinations assessment, she's totally going to get the pack hurt, but a part of her feels/thinks 'we warned them, though.' Howling Wind gets it, the anger and animosity, even if not for the exact same reason. Resisting the urge to tear shit the fuck UP in a *mindless* manner, Iris still starts to snap and grow into her war form with eyes on the downed woman. Softie, yes. Stupid, no. She'll absolutely kill Arke now that she knows it's her. That is, until the Ahroun loses his fucking MIND! in which case, things might be different...

Howling-Wind starts snarling and thrashing about, clawing and tearing at the ground, snapping at the air, throwing himself against....something but nothing seems to be there.

Brooke grows angry as well. Just keeping herself under control...barely as she cannot help but shift to as well, to Hispo, as she becomes that dire wolf, standing over Iris' sister, and by her soon to be pack mate.

This time Dragomir feels the sense of compassion for the situation. Calm, resolute and steps towards Iris and lifts his hand, he offers, "Wait.. she's hurt. She doesn't know what she's saying. She's mistaken, she doesn't know what she's saying.." he repeats in a far calmer manner than he normally ever would. As Howling-Wind starts to freak out, he turns his hand and lifts it towards him - focusing as much as he can on his anger. "Howling-Wind, calm down." he orders even as he struggles now. The rage in Howling-Wind is a lot more than he's able to easily suppress though.

As Iris gets larger, Arke seems to grow smaller and appear more frail and wounded. She cries out, ~Don't let them hurt me, please! You promised!~ she pleads on some sisterly level, in an exchange that only they would know. As the girl turns to start to get up though, it is not her sister at all, but instead it is the Doctor. The grin crosses over his expression and he says, ~Excellent.. this is precisely the reaction we were waiting for. You're a fine specimen.~ and he licks his lips cruelly in some sexually suggestive manner.

Okay, NOW Iris hesitates, things becoming so fucking surreal that her brain just sort of pops a gasket. First she's about to murder her sister, and then her friend is going bat shit, and her OTHER friend is in some strange sort of hug mode, her sister seems to become a child and then The Doctor and.. Standing in Crinos with her claws and wings twitching, ears swiveling as she takes things in like a shell shocked soldier on Normandy Beach, she just sort of rockets a fist out to one side to punch Hallucidoctor. There's no fury in it, her adrenaline's jacked and her rage is pumping but it's mostly just to brush away a distraction, to shut up her thoughts and get a second to *think*.

Howling Wind becomes her focus instead, she rushes to the snarling, snapping, crazed wolf, so small compared to her at the moment and *grabs* him in her big arms, hefting him up and shoving him towards Dragomir while grabbing the Fang as well, sort of forcing one to hug the other despite the danger of claws and teeth, while also hugging both of them because she's bigger than they are and can kind of sandwich the rage ball into place between heart and compassion. "You *take* it!" she says loudly enough to be heard, "You howl and scream but you take it because you *know* it's going to be over soon and everything's going to be alright. They're coming for you, and you're going to get out soon." Same thing she used to tell Arke, or that Arke used to tell her.

Hushed Blaze chuffs and yips in her Hispo form. >>Yeah right! We are all doomed. They are going to get us - every last one of us. We are all going to die slow emotional deaths here, left to suffer for the rest of our lives.<< She lays down and curls up on the floor there, shifting down to lupus, and tucking her tail around herself.

Howling-Wind tilts his head, calm now like switch got flipped or a page got turned, >>We have faced worse than this. You have done more impossible things than this. You tackled a dragon from the sky. You have been blessed by the spirits because you proved you were worthy without their help.<<

Dragomir reels a bit, into the hug he goes and looks confused by Iris' actions - perhaps doubting her sanity or something. Though as those blue-eyes watch, he starts to understand some of what it going on and offers. "It's you.. " he looks towards the Doctor, then towards Iris, then towards the pack. "We're all.. you."

The fist to the doctor's face never reached him. Just out of range, like she was trapped behind some invisible barrier. Always just out of reach. Though like water, rippling his face and body distort - and meld down into the image of a boy. ~You cannot mother them.. you run away. You abandon those closest to you. Tell them you'll leave them behind like you did me.~ the young man says defiantly, as he looks to the palm of his hands. One marked with the glyph of the Wyld, the other with the spiral of the Wyrm. As though he was weighing them in his hands.

Iris sort of drags her male counterparts towards Brooke and Halona, who is undoubtedly having her own freak fest while her player is AFK, "Fucked up, right? Sorry about the PMS, Sergei." she says, but she sounds rushed and maybe a bit on the oh-shit panicked side of things, like she's trying to beat the clock with rapid problem solving. Her rage has dropped down, the terror and agony and bad bad memories kind of slipping out of her mind as she focuses on the pack instead of her own fucked up problems. Which is really weird because the pack ARE her own fucked up problems right now.

(Wo)Manhandling Dragomir and Sergei down to the level of the depressed and the other lupus, she lets them go a bit so that she can reach out and grab Brooke and drag her in to the group hug, "We're not going to die, we're better than that sister," she insists, taking a moment to slobber on the poor woman and lap at her face, "We're going home. Rescue's here, and we're going to be okay, just hang on!" she demands while going for (probably) Catatonia-Halona to try and drag her in.

Howling-Wind gets clear, sort of, for a moment >>Your self-doubt is the only foe that needs besting here. You are worthy. Know it.<<

Hushed Blaze blink blink blinks out of her sadness, and lets Iris do what she does. >>Oof..yeah...Mercy's Messenger!<< She shakes off some of the slobber and adds herself, >>Be your true self. Show who you really are, and shake off any doubt. You've got this. You've got us.<<

Dragomir is pulled into the slobber-hug fest, and wraps his arms in suit around the others to hug into the dog-pile as well. Hearing Iris' words, he repeats them, echoes them.. trusts them. "We're going home.. we're going to be okay.." trying to help reassure the pack, just as she is. Learning from her compassion, an instinct he doesn't normally possess.

The boy fades away, and slowly one by one the birds begin to take off and start to fly away as the pack remains huddled in that ball together. Until only one remains, the Merlin who seems to be speaking when the haze fades away, as though it was interrogating Iris while all this was happening. ~Is this your pack?~ ~Are you safe with them?~ Then finally the last question is asked, ~Would they come for you?~ despite Iris not responding to the questions, the bird seems to get his answers all the same. Finally the wings spread, and the bird swoops down to land on Iris' head and perch there on top of the pack and peer down - extending its neck to look into Iris' eyes upside down. ~Your fear, their fear. Your pain, their pain. Your doubt, their doubt... ~ the head cocks to the side once more, one eye staring into Iris' eyes as though looking right through her. ~Your strength..~ and it trails off.

Iris grooms Halona's brain through her ear, and head butts a few people, saying, "Our strength." as if to finish Merlin's statement, although not yours and theirs, but ours. "That's why we're not really here. We're miles away and free as the birds." She shrinks back to her breed form while speaking, guttural Garou slipping into human tongue on the way. Everyone else is sort of a given, but frankly this might be the only time she can get away with it so everyone gets smooches and head butts, INCLUDING Grumpy McAlpha, and a tight, tenting wing wrap.

<Terminal Velocity> Dragomir says, "<There is a sudden feeling of acceptance.. and the pack can feel Iris is part of them now. Connected, linked in this Fate you all share now.>"

Merlin is gone.. and the pack is together, in an awkward dog-pile. But they are definitely, a pack now.