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The umbra is shadowed, but lit well enough by the waxing moon--perhaps as bright as a cloudy day on the other side. Travel from the caern toward Winter Solistice territory goes uneventfully. Small spirits are glimpsed on occasion: a squirrel scolds the Garou from a nearby birch, and two lunes play tag overhead before disappearing into the trees like foxfire.

Defends-Wolves pads softly through the trees from the direction of the caern, nose sniffing the umbral air curiously as he goes. He swivels an ear in the direction of the departing Lunes, amused, before returning them to the more serious investigation of the icy pool.

Nightflash moves like one passing through an area for the first time, which he is, at least on this side of the gauntlet. His attention is constantly moving from one thing to the next, his ears and nose constantly seeking out new things. The ahroun seems relaxed, however, not expecting any trouble. What is it that we seek?

Defends-Wolves flicks an ear toward the south. A unicorn spirit, fairly large. He was last seen frequenting the pool to the south accoring to the one I spoke to a few days ago. He continues on to the south, senses alert for anything unusual.

Nightflash saw one such spirit within the bounds of the sacred place, but it was female and smaller. She was the only one of her kind that I have seen here.

A porcupine, almost as large as the Garou, rises up on her hind legs to peer at them near-sightedly. She then falls back down and waddles back into the underbrush. The occasional sounds of still other unseen spirits has begun to thin out, with longer stretches of an ominous silence.

Defends-Wolves flicks an ear affirmatively. She is the one who spoke to me of the missing spirit. He peers after the vanishing porcupine. Perhaps one of the other spirits who frequent this place would know what happened.

Nightflash hopes, then, that you can speak with them. That is a talent he has not yet learned.

Defends-Wolves can do so, should we find one that has seen the unicorn we are seeking.

Defends-Wolves wrinkles his muzzle slightly, scenting the air more carefully. An unusual odor to the south, from the pool's direction. Smells like rotten food. He starts in that direction, moving a bit more causiously than before.

The ahroun doesn't smell anything at first, though both Garou notice than the small spirit noises have now died out completely. The crunch of snow underfoot and the panting breath of both Garou are the only accompanyment to the moaning wind. Then, with a new gust of icy breeze, both Garou smell it clearly--the stink of decomposing shit.

Nightflash's nose wrinkles slightly at the smell, though it's a natural enough one. His concern seems to come mainly due to the location. You said there is a pool nearby? I hope it has not been fouled.

Defends-Wolves' does not know. That smell was not here when this one last visited. He continues through the trees, leaving paw prints in the snow.

The stink of manure grows stronger, the bushes and rocks around the Garou now showing befoulment. If there are other scents here, they are lost under the reek of feces.

Nightflash snorts repeatedly, trying to clear his nose of the stench. This is not natural, he says, firmly stating the obvious.

Defends-Wolves flicks an ear in agreement. Certainly not. It stinks of Wyrm-taint. Not overpowering, but fairly strong. We should see what causes it.

Two things happen simultanously. First, both lupus hear something heavy moving up in the trees overhead, as if something far too large to be a bird shifts its weight. Second, a huge glob of brown matter catches Defends-Wolves in the face as he grows up into the dire wolf form. A harsh female voice cries down to them both, speaking of all things, Garou. ~Get the fuck out of my place, you shithead wolf bastards! Go stick your noses up Gaia's cunt where they belong! This is my place, so get the fuck out!~

Nightflash dances to one side as whatever it is comes down on his tribemate. The voice does cause him to shift, however, and the lupus quickly doubles in size.

Defends-Wolves coughs once, expelling a small amount of feces from his throat as he looks toward the branches. He shakes out his fur to remove the foul-smelling mass from it as he snarls up to whatever might be there. ~Who are you, and by what right do you claim this place?~

The bent-over shape spreads broad wings and reaims her...nether portions. Another fat plop hurtles toward Nightflash, but the hispo barely manages to back up in time. Filty clawed feet grasp a branch perhaps twenty feet up, and the creature's shit-encrusted breasts are barely visible hanging down like lewd udders. ~Balance of power, fuckwit. What I shit on belongs to me.~ She caws harsh laughter, her face still hidden. ~Of course, that means you belong to me. But I already have one asshole, thanks, so get out.~

Nightflash snarls softly and mutters under his breath, ~Harpy.~

Defends-Wolves growls again, sliding up to the war form and wiping the shit from his face with the back of a clawed hand. ~I belong to no one, bitch, so if you want claim me, you'll have to come down here and get it.~

Nightflash paces around the tree the harpy is in, putting himself about ninety degrees to Defends-Wolves' position, and trying to flank the thing. He's also keeping extra alert to flying feces.

The harpy--for that is what she is--turns around heavily. She thrusts her body toward Defends-Wolves below, the edges of her private parts looking mottled and diseased, as well as filthy as the rest of her. ~Come get it? That's a tempting prospect. Been a long time since I had a good fat prick in here. You offering?~ She breaks into her laugh again, her face now visible. Oddly, it's the only part of her that looks vaguely beautiful. At least, it might have been beautiful if not filthy and twisted in maddened hate.

Defends-Wolves gathers his legs beneath him, springing toward the harpy with rage fueled speed. A clawed hand reaches toward one of the bird-like feet clinging to the branch, trying to get a grip on it before it can take off.

Nightflash remains below, crouched and ready to spring should the thing take flight.

A couple of branches between the theurge and the harpy cause the crinos to be slowed somewhat, but he seems to be in luck--her heavy shape has an ungainly time trying to dodge out of the way. His clawed fist closes around her leg, and she spreads her wings and howls outrage. Then gravity begins to work on them both, as she fights to stay on her perch. For now, Defends-Wolves hangs from her leg, hind feet kicking air.

Nightflash paces restlessly on the ground, waiting for something to happen.

Defends-Wolves rakes his other claw at the harpy's underside as he struggles to maintain a grip on its leg. He yanks hard at the leg in an attempt to pull it off the branch.

The clawswipe catches the harpy, who screeches now in outrage as well as pain. She beats on John with her wings, hurling further obscenities at him as if they were weapons themselves. The branch she's standing on cracks with a sharp noise, and the pair take a tumble down to the ground. Both fal in a cloud of filth and feathers.

Nightflash pounces when the pair hit the ground, hoping to take out the harpy before she has a chance to get back on her feet. He goes for the head, the part away from her... weapon.

Defends-Wolves tries to maintain his grip on the harpy's leg as they hit the ground, striking out at its wing if possible to see if he can keep it on the ground.

The harpy, on the ground, is at a severe disadvantage. She begins fouling the ground without aim or control, making the snow a slimy brown mass. As Nightflash claws at her, she bites his arm, but the fur seems to have stopped her teeth. Defends-Wolves gets an equally good shot in, breaking her wing with a rotten snap.

Nightflash unleashes a barrage of attacks on the beast's head and chest, trying to put it down quickly.

Defends-Wolves rakes his claws at the harpy's chest, trying to finish it off if possible, muttering to himself. ~Foul, disgusting things.~

Nightflash turns into a undecipherable blur of claws as he rages to finish the thing. More dirty feathers fly, as well as a chunk of her scalp as one swipe catches on the side of her head. She bites at him with better luck this time, spitting out a chunk of flesh with a crow of triumph. Defends-Wolves claws through her human-looking breasts, half-severing one.

Nightflash yelps out in pain, wrenching his arm back. Finally, in frustration and anger, the hispo bites down on the thing's head while using his good arm to tear open her throat.

Defends-Wolves seems content to let the Ahroun finish the thing off as he starts to look around for signs of other things the fight might have attracted.

The ahroun bites her head, ripping into her cheekbone and lodging in her skull. The harpy shrieks, then cries out, ~Curse you, bastard whelp of a bitch. Curse you to rot!~ Her form begins to waver as the words strike Nightflash like a blow, and his last clawswipe has barely any resistance. The harpy fades, her last words lingering with her stench.

Nightflash spits out a mouthful of the harpy's flesh and takes a final, half-hearted swipe at her fading corpse.

Defends-Wolves spares a quick glance at the fading body then sniffs cautiously at the air. ~Nothing else seems to be coming.~

Nightflash grunts, acknowledging the Theurge's words, then begins licking his wound.

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