Scarface is patrolling around the center with Smallpaw. He pretty much ignores
the Child of Gaia, his entire focus on the outside wood. The entire caern
is tense, almost half of them here or not far away, as the dual threat of
Spirals and Gurahl have the sept readying for war.

Odinson and Bearshirt converse near the Tree, discussion the new threat and
the best way to handle it. Odinson's opinion is clear: the Dancers are a
larger threat and must be dealt with first.

Dillan moves over to his packmates and gestures those not near over to join
him. "C'mere, guys." He crouches down near the firepit, looking thoughtful.

Madeline heads over to Dillan. "What's up?"

Laughing-Coyote pads over to the two of them as well, quietly.

Dillan looks up, then lowers his head, speaking in a hushed voice. "Either of
you talk to the Boy Wond-... er, Falconwing about what's been goin' on?"

Madeline shakes her head.

Laughing-Coyote has spoken to him, yes.

Dillan nods. "'k, well..." He lowers his voice further, and hopes the Get
aren't listening much. "What we're gonna try and do, for now, is convince
the Get that instead of fightin', to get the Bears after the dancers. Cool?"

Madeline peers at Dillan. "Why don't we just deal with the Dancers ourselves?
I can take 'em."

Laughing-Coyote asks who died and made Dillan alpha.

Conversation from the two elders is, for now, kept quiet enough that little
carries to the gathering by the firepit. Bearshirt seems, while not in
disagreement with the Jarl, uncomfortable with the idea of diverting too
many resources to one threat, while a second remains so close by.

Scarface ignores the battle plans and the murmurings of the visitors. He is a
Guardian. His task is clear: to protect the caern from both threats.

Dillan smirks. "You got any better ideas, gee? An' us killin' off the spirals
ain't gonna make the bears look any better. Boy Wonder says we gotta help
the bears to pass the rite." He manages to keep hisvoice quiet... enough.

Madeline shrugs. "I ain't the alpha. I'm just warleader."

Laughing-Coyote shakes his head.

Laughing-Coyote thinks we should talk to the bears.

Odinson says, ~We've lived with the bears long enough. Another week won't kill
us. The Spirals deserve all our attention. If we try and fight both we'll
be too ineffective against both. We have to concentrate our strength on one
force and destroy it. You and your Guardians will, of course, be here in
case the bears decide to attack.~

Laughing-Coyote looks at Dillan for a moment, then looks down. ~Do whatever
you want to do.~

Dillan snorts. "We are, dork. But we can't do that first. 'sides," he jerks a
thumb at the get, "looks like we ain't gonna have much convincin' to do."

Madeline shrugs. "Why the hell do we care about any bears, anyhow?"

Laughing-Coyote shakes his head. ~I must have misunderstood, what do you want
to do again, Dillan? And talk to me in Garou, not in your fake black slang
crap.~

Bearshirt concedes the point, though it is more from lack of a better solution
than full agreement with this one. ~As you say, then. Let us not dismiss
the possibility, though, that the two forces may in fact only be one. It
could be that the Spirals are a diversion, to draw our forces away from the
caern and weaken its defense in preparation for the bears to attack.~

Dillan clenches his jaw, not impressed by the small garou. He refuses to be
baited, though, and turns to Madeline, snapping at her. "Derrick says
that's how we gotta pass the freakin' rite," he spits out, whispering
harshly. pparantly someone's gotten him in a bad mood. Go fig.

Laughing-Coyote glances over at Bearshirt for a moment, furrowing his wolfen
brow.

Madeline says "We'll pass by following our instincts, if you ask me."

Laughing-Coyote growl/grumbles.

Dillan shrugs. "Yeah? And what're your instincts tellin' you to do 'sides kick
the tar outta everything?" He casts a sidelong glance at Laughing-Coyote, a
smirk on his features. "At least you've got an idea at all, I s'pose."

Madeline sighs. "Well, what are we gonna do?"

Laughing-Coyote says, ~Please, Sleek, I'm sorry I snapped at you, I'm in a bad
mood. What was your idea again?~

Dillan takes a deep breath, and takes a moment before answering. "'k. First
things first make sure the Get don't whack out any bears. Then we talk to
the bears. Gotta do shit in the right order."

Laughing-Coyote says, ~Okay. I thought maybe if we convinced the bears to
attack the Dancers, it might, you know, help patch things up, or something.
Enemy of our enemy and all...~

Derrick steps into the clearing from the forest beyond.
Derrick has arrived.

Scarface and the rest don't seem to be ready to attack any bears. At least not
tonight.

Dillan slaps his forehead. "I *said* that. Christ." He stands and leaves the
fire pit, heading towards the Get.

Laughing-Coyote looks between the departing Dillan and the newly arrived
Derrick.

Scarface continues patrolling the edge of the clearing, ignoring the Shadow
Lord.

Derrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Derrick shifts into Lupus form.

Laughing-Coyote looks at Derrick helplessly, ~Make Dillan come back.~

Derrick trots in slightly warily.

Madeline says "Yo, Derrick."

Derrick stares at Laughing-Coyote. Where did he go?

Bearshirt and Odinson continue their discussions, having apparently moved on
to the topic of scouting packs and areas to patrol. Neither makes much
notice of the Shadow Lord, who has yet to speak.

Laughing-Coyote points a paw at Dillan.

Dillan's, like, over on his way to the two Get, waiting for an opportune
moment to interrupt them.

Derrick sits down, tired. Why is this a bad thing?

Laughing-Coyote says, ~I think he's going to get cuffed for being stupid.~

After a few moments, there's a break in the conversation between Alpha and
Warder.

Derrick considers this. It is his risk to take, then. What is he going to ask?

Laughing-Coyote says, ~I think he's going to ask for them not to attack the
bears, but they don't look like they need his convincing.~

Dillan sighs a bit, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey. So you've decided to
go after the Spirals, then?"

Derrick looks slightly less tired, all of a sudden. Yeah? Hey, let him ask.
Can't hurt. Oh, hi Maddy.

Laughing-Coyote sighs and okays.

Odinson turns his attention to the Shadow Lord. ~That seems to be the plan,
yes. Unless you have any objections?~ His voice is tinged with the smallest
amount of irony.

Dillan smirks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Can't say I do. I was just
thinkin', though. Seein' as there're two problems, maybe killin' two birds
with one stone is the way to go."

Derrick watches Dillan intently.

~What do you have in mind?~ asks the Alpha.

"Well," Dillan continues, "you got your bears, and you got your spirals" So
far so good. "I bet the spirals are laughing their asses off at watching
the mighty Get of Fenris war with the bears. So, unleash the bears on the
spirals. Turn the tables. No matter which win, you've cut your problems in
half."

Derrick winces slightly.

Odinson folds his arms across his chest, eyeing the young Shadow Lord. ~And
how, exactly, do you propose we accomplish this feat? Do we simply ask the
Gurahl to attack the Dancers for us?~

Dillan narrows one eye contemplatively. "Listen, it's just a rough draft. I
got two Ragabash in my pack. You gotta have some no-moons in your sept.
They're probably the people to ask."

Dillan contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Dillan shifts into Glabro form.

He replies, ~Then by all means, call them over. I know of know Gifts that
allow a Ragabash to convince something to do what it doesn't want to do.
Maybe I have something to learn from you.~ His posture seems to indicates
he highly doubts it.

Dillan purses his lips, whistling at his pack. ~Falconwing, Quicksilver. We've
got a plan.~ He gestures the two of them over.

Laughing-Coyote waits for Derrick.

Derrick stares at Dillan skeptically, but doesn't lose much time in nosing
Dante and going over to the Lord and Get.

Laughing-Coyote follows as soon as Derrick goes over there.

Odinson eyes the pair of Ragabash impatiently.

Madeline sighs. "I don't care what we do, so long as we do it. I don't wanna
come home when I'm 25."

Derrick looks to Dillan. Plan.

Dillan steps back, allowing the raggies to come forward. ~You two think you
can deal with the bears?~ He tosses a surreptitious wink at Derrick. ~I'm
sure the two of you can figure out a way to get them chasing the spirals.~

Dusty pads in from the edge of the forest, his gait only slightly altered by
the set of half-closed claw marks in his shoulder, and stops in confusion
at the gaggle of people standing there.

Derrick sees. Plan. We can deal with the bears, yes indeed.

Laughing-Coyote says, ~Oh, sure, not a problem.~

Odinson holds up his hands. ~Very well. Your pack will deal with the Gurahl.
If you succeed, then so much the better. If you fail and get killed, then
we've lost nothing. If you fail and come back... well, if they refuse to
listen to you they'll hardly let you go. Good luck.~ He turns, dismissing
them, to continue his conversation with Bearshirt.

Bearshirt almost seems to growl as he speaks. ~And if the bears are allied
with the Spirals, and the rotagar alerts them as to our plans in his
attempts?~

Madeline says, ~Then we'll fuckin' throat all of 'em.~

Derrick clashes his teeth together expressively.

Dillan rubs the bridge of his nose, answering Bearshirt - although not before
Madeline can beat him to the punch. ~If the bears and Spirals are allied,
Falconwing will be able to sense it.~

Odinson glances at Madeline with no small amount of disdain. ~Big words,
coming from a woman.~

Dusty pads over to Laughing-Coyote and nose-nudges him. What is going on?

Madeline snarls at Odinson. ~I am an Ahroun, and Garou. The blood of kings and
queens flows in my veins. It's my enemies that should be afraid.~

Laughing-Coyote nudges Dusty back, and will explain in a few moments. Right
now it is best to be quiet and resist beating Madeline over the head
repeatedly.

Odinson retorts, ~You're nothing but a figurehead, a symbol of a bygone era.
Don't try my patience, girl, or I'll ground your bones and feed them to the
birds.~ He looks at Derrick, the alpha of the pack. ~Your female forgets
her place.~

Dusty's ears splay, but he obediently backs away from the group and flops down
at the base of a nearby tree to listen.

Laughing-Coyote puts his paws over his muzzle, positive someone is going to
get their ass whupped.

Laughing-Coyote whimpers. ~Please, don't irritate our hosts. That's bad.~

Scarface turns his head. His ears splay in eager anticipation.

Dillan grins. This isn't his problem. He steps behind Derrick.

Madeline snarls, clearly very in touch with the rage within. ~And what would
you have your women do, cower in fear? Some heritage.~

Derrick snorts. My 'woman' is a warrior. What would you have her do, clean
pots?

Derrick, however, says clearly to Madeline, This is a fight that will not be
won here. Stand down.

Laughing-Coyote tries his best to hide in himself.

Madeline backs off at the advice of her Alpha. It's clear that she'd prefer
otherwise.

The Alpha bellows, ~The Gurahl are powerful, you fool. Three of them have
managed to fight a Caern of fifteen to a stalemate. Do you think your small
pack can come in and defeat them *and* their Black Spiral allies where the
Get of Fenris have failed?~ His voice rings with authority and, if she
dares to accept it, challenge.

Dusty whurfs quietly, not keeping his thoughts to himself as well as is
customary. If her word is good, what matter if she is a female?

Laughing-Coyote whines again. ~Will you all just shut up and back down?~

Dillan decides this has gone on long enough, and steps forward, a finger
raised. ~Odinson, better to let her die fighting the enemy than in your
crushing grip, no? And she speaks not for this pack.~

Derrick nudges Dante. You too.

Odinson ignores the Shadow Lord, waiting to hear the Ahroun's response.

Laughing-Coyote looks up at Derrick with a look of 'What the hell did I do?"

Laughing-Coyote then turns and stalks away from everyone.
Madeline says, ~We'll do what Gaia demands. Whether the Get care to join us or
not is your concern.~

Derrick whurfs. Meanwhile, we should get on with the job alotted, no?

~Then you'd best get going. The bears den several hours from here, by lupus.~

Dillan contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Dillan shifts into Lupus form.

Dusty stands finally, and trots back over to the group, specifically over to
Bearshirt. He nudges him gently, looking up. This one wishes to know if you
had seen or heard of Dancers in the area before two sunrises past?

Sleek Black shifts, padding to the edge of the caern. He looks back over his
shoulder at Derrick. This one will accompany the no-moons for a ways to
discuss things.

Madeline contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Madeline shifts into Lupus form.

Derrick represses a sneeze. Right. C'mon, folks. All of us.

Bearshirt regards Dusty silently for a moment or two, then shakes his head.
~The other day was the first we heard of them.~

Derrick moves out.

Madeline follows Derrick, wanting to leave before doing somehting they'll
regret.

Laughing-Coyote sulks after all of them.

Once beyond the caern, Sleek Black waits for a while before finally adressing
the others. Once we near the bear's lair, the rest of us can wait behind in
case trouble starts. Falconwing, you think you can pull this off?

Dusty's tail droops slightly, but he acknowledges that. This one thinks it is
a danger worth investigating further, but he does not lead. At Derrick's
call, he turns and pads off.

Madeline says, ~The Get may be right. If they give us trouble, the rest of you
run. I'll try and hold them back so you can get away.~

Derrick would like Madeline for backup and you along, as well, Dillan, as I am
entirely unsure what language the Gurahl might speak.

Laughing-Coyote just lays down, his paws over his head.

Sleek Black blinks. Me? He shrugs slightly but doesn't argue Falconwing's
decision.

Derrick chuffs at Dusty. It is a very important possibility to examine. That
is one point of this mission, really. To speak to Gurahl, and to verify
Spiral presence. I need some information, people. When did this 'war' start?

The pack converses as they move through the bawn in the indicated direction.
Travelling west of the direction where the Spirals were encountered, the
group finally crosses the tiny stream and leaves the bawn. The area looses
theclinging scent of wolves that the well-patrolled lands have, and signs
of bear passage can be seen on occasion: a clawed tree, an enormous
pawprint.

Sleek Black has no idea. Look, he gestures, we leave the bawn.

Derrick snuffles around. Not tainted. Such a surprise. Ok...
Derrick contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Derrick shifts into Homid form.

Laughing-Coyote grumbles and mumbles to himself.

Derrick rips off some white cloth from his shirt and sticks it on a pole.
"I'll bet this won't help one fuckin' bit, but hey, no points for not
tryin'."

Sleek Black contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Sleek Black shifts into Homid form.

Dillan hms. "Good idea, though. They'll probably be more willing to deal with
us in homid than lupus anyways."

Madeline contorts and blurs as she is transformed.
Madeline shifts into Homid form.

Derrick says "Well, more to the point, we're don't look like we're ready to
bust 'em up first chance we get if we're in homid, y'know?"

Dillan grins. "Fair 'nuff."

Derrick says "So. Guys. Just becuase I have this boundless curiosity and shit,
I want to know some basics before I go talkin' to these guys. Anyone know
anything about 'em?"

Madeline shrugs. "They're bears. An' the Get are 'fraid of 'em."

Dante says "The Get are stupid, ignorant, backwards, morons."

Derrick says "Yes, well, it helps we're in the past. I bet the Fangs were
stupid ignorant backwards morons then, *too*. Question: the supposed
beginning of this damn war is because the Garou think the Gurahl fouled
their Pool, right?"

Dillan nods, agreeing with Madeline. "She's got it. They're tough, though.
They ain't so much afraid of the bears as they are afraid of losin' the
caern."

Derrick says "Or am I off base entirely?"

Dante says "Five bucks says if that did happen, it was the Spirals who did it."

Dillan nods. "Yeah. The bear I saw wasn't really fucked up or anything like
those spirals were. I think the Get are just too blind to see it."

Dante says "From history, Miss Quiet told me that the reason the Garou fought
the Gurahl is that the Gurahl knew some Rites that they wouldn't teach the
Garou."

Dillan hmms. "Y'know, I dunno if we're in the past, though. The Get said that
the Fangs were like relics, and ain't none of them said nothin' about my
digs yet."

Dante says "No one has mentioned I'm an Indian, either. I bet they just see
who they think we are."

Derrick says, "Sucker bet. The Spirals _had_ to've done it. Settin' people
against each other seems a good way for no one but the Wyrm to win. I just
dunno if the bears've got the same motivations Garou do." He nods at
Dillan. "I been assumin' past, but it could just be some random generic
Umral Place." He takes a deep breath. "Anyways. We oughta get goin', here."

Dante says "Bear is a healer. A good spirit. I have a hard time believing his
children would be of the Wyrm"

Dillan hmms. "Y'know, I dunno if we're all that far in the past, though. They
thought I was dressed wierd and all, but that could just be because they're
a bunch of backwater Get. That and they said the Fangs were like relics."

Madeline says "Anyone can be corrupted. Even the Children of Gaia themselves.
You can't trust nobody."

Dillan shrugs. "Well, 'till we get up close and personal with the bears ain't
nothin' in particular we can say for sure. 'sides they're probably gonna be
all paranoid and shit 'cause of the Get."

Dante looks at Maddy, and just suddenly explodes. "Can you shut up? For just a
minute? You keep almost getting us killed, with your moronic
shit-for-brains, full-moon stupid-ass mouth. Just shut up! You wouldn't
know something corrupted if it leapt up and bit you on your ass. Just shut
up and wait for someone to point your little brain in the direction we need
your claws!"

Dillan laughs so hard that he steps backwards and tumbles over a root that
juts from the forest floor. He doesn't seem to mind his suddenly prone
position, though, still laughing.

Derrick steps in front of Dante, eyes hard. "Dante, shut _up_. This is _not_
the time to be throwin' fits. It wasn't the time with the Get, either, but
it's SURE as hell not the time _now_."

Madeline snarls at Dante. "What the hell's got into you?"

Derrick mumbles to himself, "Well, at least we're not gonna sneak up on 'em..."

Dante's attention is turned to Derrick, now, as he locks eyes with the Fang.

Derrick stares at Dante, angry. "Right. Just what we need right now."

Dante does not look away, snarling.

"Feh," says Derrick, who despite his obvious distaste for a staredown at this
particular moment, continues to hold Dante's gaze.

"Fuck's sake." Dillan picks himself up from the floor. "I got a brilliant
plan. Dante and Maddy, what say the two of you leave the bitching until
after we're rited, then you can yap the hell outta each other until you're
pissing yourselves with glee. Until then, let's concentrate on what we're
doing."

Dante finally, looks down and away, sighing.

Derrick sighs. "Yeah, Dillan, I'm all for it. Dante - Sorry I yelled quite so
hard. 'Kay, guys... We gonna try t'talk to a bear-guy now?"

Dante kicks the dirt.

Dillan crosses his arms. "I sure hope so."

Madeline says "Damn straight."

Dante mutters something not too nice under his breath.

Derrick sighs. "Hokay. C'mon." He marches towards the cave his nose figured as
a reasonable one, earlier, flag waving.

The cave Derrick's picked as a likely one shows sign of recent usage. There,
the ground is scuffed at the entrance, and what looks like a bear's
pawprint can be seen cleanly at one point. From within there is little
sound, and the Garou can reach as far as the cave's opening without any
visible response from within.

Dillan uhms. "What now?"

Madeline says "Now, we gotta get their attention."

Dante says "We ask if Pooh is in, say it's Piglet to see him."

Derrick checks off a list. "We could a) yell and try and wake him up, b) go in
a bit and then have Maddy turn herself on, or c) go home. Any other
suggestions?

Derrick says "Er, I meant her Gift."

Dante says "I think we should just wake him up. Better than invading his lair.
If anyone cares."

Madeline says "Well, there ain't a doorbell."

Dillan shrugs. "I'm good at getting attention. Let's just scream and shit."

Derrick says "Mmm. Yeah. Hopefully not too loudly, though. Wouldn't want him
waking up _too_ quickly. He could hit something by accident. Like us."

Dante goes to the mouth of the cave, and fakes a French accent. "Allo? Anybody
Home?"

Derrick yells, in a Dennis the Menace voice, "Hey Mister Bear sir!"

Dillan furrows his brow. "Mister Bear Sir?" He shakes his head. "Not what I
had in mind. Maybe mention that we're not here to kick any asses."

Derrick motions to Dillan to go ahead. "The more the merrier." He does,
however, yell "Parley!" at the cave.

Dillan says "I'll pass. I just realized they probably wouldn't understand a
thing I said at 'em."

Derrick says, tensely, "In English or in spirit speak?"

Dante says, in Spanish, "Any bears in there that we can talk to?"

Dante turns back to the pack. "I'm going to guess there is little chance any
of them speak Zuni or Navajo. I wish my mom were here, she speaks Middle
German."

Comprehension or not, the sounds from the front cave have attracted the
attention of those within. There is a growl from inside, amplified in the
confines of the cave, and then the massive form of a grizzly moves to fill
the space of the cave's opening. He stands on all four legs now, clearing
over three feet at the shoulders, and easily doubling the heaviest homid
cub in weight.

Dillan sighs, and shouts out in the spirit tongue, although to the others it
sounds like english. Well, like Dillan's version of english. *Yo,
homebears? Y'all kickin' it in the place? Wakey-wakey, peace 'n stuff.*

Dillan quickly lifts both hands, palms forward and open. No weapons.

Dante does his best Fianna impersonation upon the sight of the bear. "Jesus,
Mary and Joseph... it's frickin' huge."

Derrick waves his white flag, forlornly. "Sir? I don't know if you can
understand us, but we're here to parley..."

From behind the group comes the sounds of something very heavy moving around.

Dillan lifts his hands even higher. "Yo, yo, yo. No troubles, nooo troubles.
Y'all just chill and we'll chit-chat a bit." He doesn't have to turn around
to guess what's there.

Madeline turns around quickly, to look for the noise, looking very nervous.

Derrick pales.

The bear in the cave advances a step but then halts, as one guarding territory
rather than one immediately attacking. Then again, maybe he's just creating
a diversion. The bear rumbles something and continues to regard the odd
assortment of humans arrayed in front of him.

Dillan moves his hands very slowly, making the time-out symbol above his head.
*Hello?* he asks, very quiet.

Derrick says, carefully, "Ok, so we're talkin', here. Are we having a
conversation, or am I imagining things, Mr. Gurahl?"

Broken Stone looms out from the shadows behind the first bear, while the Garou
cubs seek the source of the noise in the brush. This darker brown bear is
at least as large as the first. His movements are ragged as he limps on his
front paw, but the thick muscles braiding his body don't make his injury
seem all that debilitatini.

The source of the noise soon becomes apparent. A third creature seems to call
this area home, a creature which begins making its way toward the five
Garou. This thing can only be a Gurahl in Crinos form. It looks like one
might expect, a cross between a human and a bear. Unlike Garou, however,
this creature is nearly twenty feet tall.

"Okay, okay, okay," Dillan repeats, hands still over his head, signaling fora
time out. "You're all big and nasty and can crush us. Any chance of getting
a word out of you?"

The lead bear's nostrils flare as it scents, drawing the moment out long
enough for the third Gurahl to arrive. Though outnumbered, the bears
certainly do not seem the ones with cause to worry at the moment. *Why do
you come here?* the first bear asks Dillan, almost as in challenge.

Derrick takes a quick look at the Crinosed Gurahl, gulps, and turns back to
the first Gurahl. "Ok. Quicklike. I'm Derrick Herr. Falconwing. Silver Fang
Ragabash. We're here to try and wrestle some sort of peace between you and
the Get, and turn the fight back to the _real_ enemy. Wyrm."

Broken Stone rumbles something to the first bear, the deep-chested growl
sounding more like a freight train than any wolf noise the cubs have heard.

Dillan blinks. *You can hear me?*

Dillan corrects himself, *Well, obviously you can hear me, but like, do you
understand what I'm sayin'? Or am I wasting my time here?* He looks over at
Derrick, hopefully.

Derrick shrugs. "He talked to you, not me. Go for it."

Madeline says "Gimme a warning if it's not goin' well, too."

The first bear rumbles must be a response to some question for the other,
before turning his full attention on the Shadow Lord. *Why do you come
here?* he repeats. The words are easy enough for Dillan to understand, so
some sort of communication must be underway.

The Crinos makes its way over toward the small pack, standing as tall as some
of the younger trees. It looks down at the group, and by its demeanor, it's
not very happy to see them here.

Dante does his best cower.

Dillan finally drops the timeout gesture giving Derrick a thumbs up. *To
talk,* he answers, keeping things slow for now. He sorta steps away from
the group, towards the first bear. Well, just a bit.

Derrick stands firm, if somewhat nervous.

The lead bear takes a step forward to match Dillan, moving clear of the
entrance. *You are not of our kind,* the bear says, slowly. *Yours is not
the kind to talk.*

Dillan gulps at the approaching mass of muscle and fur. *I am not of the Get,
no.* He gestures, very slowly, at the others, *We are garou, but not from
the caern in the woods.*

Derrick suggests quietly, "The words "Peace" and "Cease Fire" might fit
somewhere..."

Broken Stone's ponderous limping shuffle brings him out after the first bear,
moving to one side as to more or less finish the surround of the small
pack. His black eyes weigh the mismatched group of humans carefully.

A low warning rumble emanates from the lead bear, at the mention of their
longtime enemy. *This is not a place for you to be. Be glad that no harm
has come of yet for your intrusion.*

Dillan ohyeahs at Derrick. *Uhm. We're here peacefully, seeking a cease of
hostilities...* He looks again at Derrick, in a 'what now?' kinda way.
*Well, maybe it's time for change?* He's pulling at straws, here.

As the Crinos Gurahl draws nearer, the Garou can see that he, too, has been
wounded in this war. Large, jagged scars are prominent on one side, just
above his waist, and he is missing a finger on that hand. He bellows
something, apparently directed at the lead bear.

Derrick says "Ahem. Common enemy. Shouldn't fight against each other when
there's Wyrm stuff right near."

Dante says "Tell 'em we think the Get are morons."

Broken Stone contorts and blurs as he shift.
Broken Stone shifts into crinos form.

Derrick says "Oh, and that the Wyrm Dancers caused this present war."

Broken Stone's body expands to an unbelievable girth, even for the Garou that
are used to their own shifting. The bear growls something back to the first
crinos and moves to his hind legs, seemingly answering him. The nearby pine
shudders as some branches get caught on his shoulders.

Madeline gets very edgy, as the Gurahl all go to Crinos.

Dillan nods at all the suggestions. "Riiight." *Uh,* he continues, *The Get
are... less than cunning.* He pauses as the gurahl shift, suddenly very
edgy, *Hold it! The wyrm-dancers are responsible for this war!*

Derrick mumbles, "Note to myself; less euphemistic."

Derrick fights to remain standing semi-confidently.

The nine-figured Gurahl sends another growl directed at the leader.

The one bear still clings to his natural form, though the size and bulk of his
form is reassuring only in contrast to the crinos forms of the other two.
Grudging restraint marks his movements as he shifts slightly, weighing the
words of the other Gurahl before speaking. *What proof do you have of this?
We have little cause to believe any of your kind.*

Broken Stone gives a sudden 'whoof', lowering his body again to peer at
Derrick. He continues to rumble to the others.

Dillan lifts a finger, to the gurahl, turning to his packmates. "Yo, Dusty,
any idea if we could still find those Dancer corpses?" He gestures for a
quick answer.

Dusty reminds Dillan that the heads are at the caern.

Dillan mumbles through his teeth "We can't exactly sneak off with 'em. The
corpses oughtta be out in the forest somewhere, right?"

Dante says "Never leave home without the Dancer heads."

Dusty shrugs. "We didn't move them, anyway."

Derrick says "Also, the Pool was Tainted. These guys aren't."

Derrick says "If that makes any difference."

Dillan turns back to the bears, deciding to answer as quickly as possible.
*There should be a pair of dancer corpses in the forest, where we did
battle just one sun ago.*

Madeline says "I got a claw, from one of 'em."

The Gurahl continue to speak to their leader in their own language.

Dillan jerks a thumb at Madeline. *There, she has a claw. That should be
enough proof to at least check for the corpses. Can any of you sense the
wyrm?*

Dante holds his head in his hands.

The leader rumbles deeply to the other two, and this time swings a paw to
gesture toward Dillan as he speaks.

Broken Stone listens, quiet for now.

Dillan uhm.

Madeline says "Are you sure we can even reason with these fellas?"

The Gurahl nearest the group looks over at Madeline, the only female, and
holds one enourmous hand out, expectantly.

Madeline looks confused. "What's he want now?"

Derrick says "The Spiral Claw."

Madeline nods. "Oh, yeah." She sets the claw in the massive paw in front of
her.

The creature takes the claw and tosses it toward the lead Gurahl.

Dillan very slowly wipes his forehead, doing his best to not tremble.

The leader swipes a paw up to catch the claw, in one smooth and fluid motion,
and quickly lets it fall to some spot on the ground in front of him. Once
again the Gurahl's nostril's flare as he snuffles at the object.
Afterwards, he rumbles again to the others.

Derrick scuffles his toe in the ground, nervously.

Broken Stone yawns hugely, then rumbles back. The sight of his teeth, and the
jaws gaping wide enough to bite of a Garou head like a gingerbread man, do
nothing to reasure.

Dillan taps his fingers together, waiting curiously. Finally, he asks, *Well?*

The lead bear brings one heavy paw down on the claw. Madeline, it seems, has
lost possession of her 'treasure'. *Show us where these bodies are, then.
If you speak the truth, then we will talk.*

Dillan nods to the gurahl, turning to Dusty and Madeline. "'k, we were at that
pool, then Wyrm-Crusher found the bodies... then we followed the trail to
the garou. Either of you think you can find it again?"

Derrick says "I bet they're still reekin' of Wyrm taint?"

Dante is still quiet and perfectly still.

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