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Merin enters the compound.

Her features are sharp, not unlike the bird she's named for. Elegant,
dark auburn hair falls past the shoulder, framing a beautifully
sculpted face. High cheekbones enhance the enticing glance of two
gorgeous pale blue eyes. Her lips are thin and compliment a refined,
delicate chin. She stands just above average on a lean but athletic
frame, her movements agile and purposeful. Merin's bearing is
impressive without being arrogant, a countenance that speaks of
confidence. She wears a pair of comfortable, broken in jeans,
sneakers, and a white cotton shirt just a little too big for her. Over
the shirt sits a dark blue sports jacket, the emblem of the New York
Yankees on the front.

Quiet sits near the fire, grooming her nearly-healed back. She glances
up as someone approaches.

Merin enters the compound with her hands tucked deep in the pockets of
her warm jacket. She hesitates as Quiet looks up, and then comes
forward. "Didnt mean to disturb you. Feeling better? Scott told me you
and your pack'd returned."

Quiet is healing. Thankfully, it was not worse than it was.

Merin takes a seat on a log near the fire, without taking her hands out.
She says softly, "From what I hard, it was bad enough. Everyone ok?"

Quiet's tail flicks back and forth. Finally, she allows, Most are. There
are wounds in the mind that will take time to heal. My packmate Haze
is still deep within himself.

Merin offers, "I have the gift of Mindspeak. I'm, not sure it will help,
or even work, on someone in such a state. But I'd be willing to try."

Quiet considers, then chuffs a negation. I think that Haze will be
better working his own way, if it is slower than his friends would
hope for him. He is not easily led, in the deepest part of himself.
The theurge then sobers further, looking at Merin directly. I do not
think the memories are anything you wish to see, either.

Stormcloud trots purposefully into the compound, looking to those which
he has been charged to watch over.

Quiet seems aware of herself, conversing with Merin.

Merin nods to Quiet, the motion brief but meningful. Apparently she
agrees.

Stormcloud looks at Quiet in surprise, and pads over to her, sniffing
her to see if she is well.

Merin greets Stormcloud with a nod, her gaze lingering on the huge wolf
for a moment.

Stormcloud greets Merin in much the same way, a simple nod, then resumes
investigating Quiet.

Quiet seems well enough, if a little on the thin side.

Stormcloud stares into Quiet's eyes for a moment, expressing displeasure
at her with a glance. He then pads off to the north into the woods.
Gone but a moment, he brings back a rabbit he had cached there just
for this occasion.

Merin watches the wolf with a faint smile, and asks Quiet, trying not to
be intrusive, "Did you come away with what you went looking for?"

Quiet does not seem ashamed as such, but she does look after Stormcloud
with a sigh. She answers the Fianna before the Talon returns. I think
so. When he comes back with the rabbit, she looks the younger Garou
straight in the eyes. I regret that the rage had me attack you,
Stormcloud. I was no longer in control.

Stormcloud drops the rabbit before Quiet. This one cares not that you
raged. It happens. There are other reasons for this one's displeasure.

Quiet does not move to touch the rabbit. At least, not yet. What things?

Stormcloud lowers his head, showing only the slightest of submission to
Quiet. Thunder's Claws killed Swipes At Salmon. This one cares not
that it was honorable. This one was to judge himself on his return
from his Rite of Passage because this one whined to you about culling
humans. This one knows you were there. The only reason that this one
is alive now is because he was a cub when this one told you of his
worries.

Quiet looks confused and irritable at this speech. What do you mean,
that is the only reason you are alive?

A small muscle under Stormcloud's left eye starts to twitch. This one
bled and gave up his chance to have cubs this thaw as punishment. Had
this one been the rank he is now, this one would have died at Strikes'
claw for Swipes At Salmon's death. He gets up to leave. This one will
*whine* to you no more.

Quiet's ruff flares and she snarls. Moving toward the new cliath, she
stalks in a stiff-legged appearance of dominance. This one was not
responsible for Swipes's death. This's one's arguement with the pack
you were with was the deliberate hunting of her Kinfolk and the
maiming of her packmate. You can not blame this one for Thunder's
Claws knowledge and defeat of Swipes-at-Salmon, because this one did
not tell him.

Stormcloud lowers himself to a slouch, tail in between his legs. But you
supported the action. Even your packmate continues to challenge this
one's new elders. If it is the removal of Red Talons that your pack
wishes, then go ahead and start with this one. This one has little
worth, anyway.

Quiet never supports death between Gaian Garou, but knows that others
are not cubs. They chose death to be the terms. My pack protects the
forest. Why I I wish the extermination of Red Talons as a tribe? I
objected to the maiming of my packmate and the hunting of my kinfolk.
If those things do not happen again, I am willing to let the Talons
live in as much peace with my pack as they will allow. Touch Deer
challenged your elder because your elder said he had no honor. Your
Elder set a suicide challenge for my packmate, which also displeases
me, but I am more angry with Touch Deer for accepting that at your
Elder's sense of fairness.

Merin raises a brow, watching the conversation as a quiet observer.

Stormcloud sneers. This one thought you knew this one better than that.
This one was instrumental in allowing her to... He stops himself. This
one whines to you again. This one sat here beside you will you were
down. This one watches Touch Deer's cubs for him. This one protects
the forest. This one is betrayed by those that he would call friends.
With that, he leaves.
Stormcloud leaves the compound.

Quiet bristles after the Talon, the rabbit still untouched for a time.
Then, the audible rumbling of her stomach takes over and she moves
over to the prey to feed.

Merin remains silent while the Gaian feeds, and passes the time by
stirring the fire to life and adding a branch or two.

Quiet finally looks up. She splays her ears, a little sheepishly.

Merin catches Quiet's glance and returns it with an unassuming, faint
smile. "Are all the Talons like that? I mean that big?"

Quiet shakes her ruff. No. And he is still young, barely more than a
cub.

Merin blinks with some surprise, "Never seen a Talon before, was just
wondering if they all looked like that. What what happened? They make
a habit out of attacking kinfolk?"

Quiet sighs. She indicates she will shift. It is a rather longer tale.
Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

Andrea stretches, face twisting for a moment at the stiff muscles. She
then answers the Fianna, "They don't make a habit with wolf kinfolk.
But one of my kin works for the park. She went too far into their
territory." She shrugs and frowns, "I won't say that the kin is
blameless in this, but I can't condone their hunting her, even after
they knew."

Merin nods, blinking and shaking her head lightly.

Andrea finishes speaking with the Fianna. With an effort, she shifts
back into lupus and lopes out.
Andrea contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You leave the compound, making your way northeast through the meadows to
the denser parts of the forest.

Dense Forest

Surrounding you on all sides are many trees, most of the evergreen
variety. Thick underbrush, some with prickly thorns, others with
trailing vines, covers the forest floor, making it quite impossible to
see very far into the distance. The occasional mourning dove can be
seen flying through the trees and off in the distance the buzz of
mosquitoes can be heard. The occasional beam of light breaks through
the forest canopy, illuminating a small area before it vanishes.

Winding through the underbrush, a number of trail-like impressions can
be seen in the dirt. They lead off in all directions.
Contents:
Shin
Obvious exits:

Faint Trail

Quiet moves past, toward the caern.

You wander up a likely looking path, heading north and finally reach...

Off the South Side of the Wheel

Standing here amidst the verdant spread of pine and spruce, you would
never guess that there was anything to the world but forest. The
close-packed evergreens seem to stretch away forever in three
directions; only to the north does the undergrowth show faint signs of
thinning. The southern distance offers the best view, at once
breathtaking and disquieting; there, the great trees stand so tall and
broad as to create an artificial night in daytime, and mist wreathes
their high branches. The ground here seems to slope up slightly to the
east, and the rustling motion of forest creatures is everywhere
prevalent.

The faintest inkling of a path wends its uncertain way south, while the
woodland thins towards the Great Wheel of the Caern in the north.
Obvious exits:

To the East Side of the Wheel To the West Side of the Wheel Path WHeel

You set off north, towards the Caern.

Southern Curve of the Wheel

A whisper of wind and a glimmer of light, one behind and the other
ahead, bring a faint tingle to your senses. Ahead, light reflects
somberly off a clear pool of water, while behind air swirls and stirs
the leaves of trees. A pathway of soft dirt winds between the two and
south, off the wheel.
Contents:
Robert
Stormcloud
Obvious exits:

Pool Windy Spot Center of the Wheel South

Robert looks down at the cliath, obviously unhappy. "I see. And just
what were you thinking, when you brought a wolf that young into the
caern, one of the biggest targets in the area for anything of the
Wyrm? Perhaps you were thinking that he'd never leave, because as soon
as he did, he'd be taken. Perhaps you were thinking that as young as
he was, he'd already learned everything he needed to learn about
hunting, about being part of a pack, about everything that makes a
wolf, and was ready to join a war beyond his ken, as a Garou, with all
the responsitbility but none of the strength?"

Quiet pads in from the south. Her posture, when she spots Stormcloud, is
also not happy. She says nothing, however, drawing closer to her
tribemate.

Stormcloud is taken aback by Robert's speech, not really noticing
Quiet's arrival. This one asked Soulcatcher's advice of when he should
be allowed to come. He said to bring him so that his training can
start early. That is all.

Robert nods. "I think Soulcatcher needs to learn how to handle cub
before they change. When *he* has cubs of his own, then perhaps he
will be more qualified to make that kind of decision. I also think
that perhaps he needs to speak with the Gatekeeper about bringing them
into the caern. I will say this to you once, and to him once. No wolf
cubs in the caern, unless their lives are threatened without it. Use
some sense."
Robert shakes his head sadly. "Let them learn to be wolves first. They
will need that learning when the later Garou teaching comes along."

Stormcloud hangs his head abashedly. Of course, rhya. This one will do
as you say. Peering out the corner of one eye, he spies Quiet, but
makes no motion or greetings to her.

Near the Pool, Soren appears in a glimmer of light.

Quiet pads up behind Robert. She gives Stormcloud a look of no little
annoyance. Did he tell you, Peacekeeper, that he blames those present
at the night for Swipes-at-Salmon's death?

Near the Pool, Soren gives a greeting to his pack alpha as he clears the
Gauntlet. "Didn't expect to find you here."
Near the Pool, Alexander looks back at Soren and frowns. "Didn't expect
to stay here this long, but someone thought it'd be a great idea to
bring a wolf cub to the fucking Caern."

Robert raises an eyebrow and looks down at the cliath again. "Does he
now?"

Near the Pool, Soren frowns and looks around the Wheel, taking in the
space quickly. "Where?"
Near the Pool, Alexander says "Gone. I scared it off. Dylan went after
it."

Stormcloud remains as he was without responding to Robert, thinking the
question is not directed to him.

Near the Pool, Soren nods to the Shadow Lord and looks toward the
gathering at the southern curve of the Wheel. "Did your tribemate
bring the cub?"
Near the Pool, Alexander says "Stormcloud did. Apparently on Joseph's
orders."
Near the Pool, A squint of puzzlement creasing at his eyes, Soren looks
back at Alexander. "To perform a baptism of fire?"
Near the Pool, Alexander snorts. "At six months? Hardly."

Quiet indicates the cliath should speak for himself.

Near the Pool, Soren shakes his head, "No that is a tad old Is the cub
Garou?"

Stormcloud flicks an ear towards the conversation occuring at the pool.

Near the Pool, Alexander says "Apparently so. I don't know what Joseph
was thinking beyond what Stormcloud's said, but he said that Joseph
wanted the cub to start getting training early."
Near the Pool, "I hate to play the omega," says Soren in a relatively
hushed voice to Alexander, "... but is the cub a Talon or of Joseph's
tribe?"

Robert clears his throat. "Stormcloud?"

Stormcloud catches Quiet's motion. He turns his attention to Robert
respectfully. This one returned from his Rite of Passage to find
SwipesAtSalmon had been killed in challenge. This one was forced to
judge himself as responsible for his... whining... to Quiet and those
near her about not wanting to cull humans and being forced to engage
in such. This one bled for it, and will not bear cubs while he is here
for speaking his mind to Quiet. Those words of this one were used
against this one's elder. Words that this one thought were in
confidence.

Near the Pool, Alexander says "Wendigo. It's Touch Deer's."

Quiet indicates to Robert that she has already explained the grievances
of the Children of Gaia and, where they do not sanction the hunting of
humans, that is not what had brought them there that night. She has
also explained that she was not the one that told the one that
challenged Swipes-at-Salmon over this hunting of humans, but he has
refused to listen.

Near the Pool, Soren nods to the Shadow Lord and grows quiet, shifting
his satchel to his left shoulder.

Robert shakes his head. "The culling of humans was not the direct
problem that night. to my knowledge, you had nothing to do with it.
Our concerns were more immediate, the hunting of kinfolk. Unless you
spoke with Thunder's Claws, your words were irrelevant, and you judged
without knowing all the facts." He grimaces slightly, then continues,
"The challenge offered by Thunder's Claws was well within his rights,
and the terms were her own terms. There is no blame for her death. She
set her terms."

Stormcloud splays his ears backwards. But there is blame. It fell on
this one's shoulders. For that, this one will not see his cubs.

Near the Pool, Alexander folds his arms across his chest defensively as
he listens to the new conversation.

Robert shrugs. "I am no philodox, to be laying blame where I feel like
laying blame. I know this--Swipes-At-Salmon chose her terms of
challenge. She chose to kill or be killed. Neither you nor anyone else
had any input into her decision. She chose this, choosing to be
martyred for her beliefs." He crosses his arms. "If you feel that
blame must be levelled at yourself, it is your choice as well. I will
disagree, and I feel it will hinder you in our struggle, but I will
not stop you."

Stormcloud looks down at his feet. It was not this one's choice. To pass
this one's Rite, this one was made to judge himself on the terms given
him by his elder.

Robert closes his eyes and sighs a long, longsuffering sigh. "Fine. I
cannot set another's terms of a Rite of Passage. I will continue to
disagree, and I find it incredibly constricting and even Weaverish for
a child of the Wyld and follower of Griffin, but I leave it to your
elder to determine the end of your Rite of Passage," he finishes in a
somewhat disgusted tone.

Stormcloud looks up to Robert, who is now disgusted at him, then to
Quiet, who is full of anger. Turning around, he spies Alexander, who
is know probably restraining himself from striking Stormcloud for
speaking out about his challenge with SwipesAtSalmon. He rises to his
feet, now disgusted with himself. This one swam the waters of the
great white to be here. This one now finds it was to no avail. This
one has no place.... He interrupts himself and starts heading north.
This one will no longer *whine* to those present.

Near the Pool, Soren turns back to his packmate and says quietly, though
he masks nothing, "Have you spoke with Her?"

Stormcloud heads into the center.

At the center, Stormcloud heads north, away from the center of the
Wheel.

Shining-Blade comes in from the woodland to the south.
Shining-Blade pads through the snow quietly, staying on the well worn
game trails. He tosses his head slightly, ears perking up as he nudges
at an overturned leaf.

Near the Pool, Alexander says "About what?"
Near the Pool, "The business with the Alpha and Warder," says Soren
simply.

On the northern curve, Brian emerges from the thin treeline to the
north.

Quiet tells Robert, as she watches the Talon go, that that one wishes to
have a grievance, and mothers it like a pup.

Shining-Blade lifts his muzzle and peers without blinking at the pair of
Gaians for a moment, then ducks his head in acknowledgement. Breaking
into a lope for a moment, he mounts a snow covered old stump and
shakes himself to clear the snow from his pelt.

Near the Pool, Alexander nods. "I have. I arranged a meeting between her
and Brian, so they could talk about it. Since we haven't heard
anything, I'll assume it went reasonably well."

On the northern curve, Megan emerges from the thin treeline to the
north.
On the northern curve, Ansalon emerges from the thin treeline to the
north.
On the northern curve, Brian comes into the Wheel with a fairly grim air
about him, his hands thrust into his coat pockets and his eyes on the
ground.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud looks back briefly to Quiet. For that
to happen, then this one would actually have to have something. He
passes the Fianna without aknowledging them, heading north for the
highway.
On the northern curve, Stormcloud turns to the north, and leaves past
the rim of the Wheel.

Near the Pool, Soren returns the nod to his packmate, stamping a bit of
the snow from one foot. "Let's hope so."

Currently on this calm and chilly fall twilight in the general St.
Claire area, it is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2.2 degrees Celsius). The
wind is coming from the west-southwest at 1.7 mph. The ground is wet.
Skies are clear with a small chance of precipitation.

Robert instinctively raises a hand to half-shield himself as the flying
snow hits him. Laughing, he says, "Thanks, I needed that."

Near the Pool, Alexander drops back into his birthform again, shaking
his head. "Whatever. I miss anything last night? I spent the whole
night with a migraine."
Near the Pool, Alexander contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Near the Pool, Alexander shifts into Homid form.

Shining-Blade blinks twice at Robert, then ducks his muzzle in faint
chagrin. This one is sorry, not thinking that the snow would travel
that far. He stamps his paws and shakes again, after sidestepping as
much as he can to make sure it won't strike anyone this time. Dark
eyes watch as Stormcloud leaves and the Fianna arrive.

Near the Pool, Soren shakes his head casually. "No. Uneventful on my
run."

Quiet glances over at Shining-Blade herself, her annoyance fading
somewhat. She turns again to the center and gives a short howl. Alpha,
this one has returned.

On the northern curve, Megan comes in with Ansalon a few minutes after
Brian, not appearing to be 'with' him however. She throws him a look,
but edges over to the side of the path to talk to Ansalon quietly.

On the northern curve, Brian glances back behind him after Stormcloud
leaves to the north, eyeing the Talon as he heads in the direction of
the highway. After a moment and a brief shrug, he turns his eyes back
towards Quiet, and says, with a touch of wry humor, "Yes, I see that."
On the northern curve, Brian heads into the center.

More of the annoyance seeps from the Gaian's posture, until she seems
more or less in control of herself again. She lolls her tongue at the
alpha, then speaks quietly to Robert. I do not know if there are words
that one would listen to, especially not from me. But he has a
darkness on him, and he walks from his territory.

Shining-Blade lightly steps off of the stump, tilting his head slightly.
He paws at the snow for a moment, taking up time. He was different as
a cub, this one thinks. What happened?

At the center, Brian lifts his shoulders in a candid shrug. "If he heads
up as far north as the grotto he'll probably run into Shea. I doubt
she'll have much patience for Laughing Boy's bullshit." He continues
his slow walk across the caern, stopping still within the inner circle
of the Wheel though facing Quiet. "So, I take it you have a story to
tell?"

Robert who caught the question out of the corner of his eye, answers
Shining-Blade, "He was forced to take on responsibility that was not
his to bear, nor was he ready to bear it. His elder has done him a
disservice."

On the northern curve, Megan's eyes narrow after finishing speaking
quietly to Ansalon, catching Brian and Robert's spoken words but
missing the lupus of Shining Blade and Quiet's and therefore looking
curious but confused.

Quiet's manner and posture mutate once again, the theurge's mood growing
more grim. She switches to Garou, ~I do. If you would like to come
with me from the Wheel, I will tell you.~

Shining-Blade ducks his head at Robert, lingering for a moment. What
responsibility, this one wonders?

Robert says "The responsibility for his former elder's death."

Shining-Blade flicks an ear. This one had not heard of that. This one is
sad.

At the center, Brian slides his hands into his pockets. "I, uh. I would
rather hear you tell it here. If you know the answer, then it's
something the whole sept should really know."

Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

Near the Fire Pit, Winter Rain limps in from the surrounding forest and
pauses at the tree line to survey the caern.

Quiet's ears flicker. She shifts upward into her human form to answer.
Pushing her hair back from her face, she moves toward the center.

You make your way north, back to the hub of the Wheel.

Center of the Great Wheel

This circular clearing is about 40 yards in diameter and completely
bounded by the Wheel of Nature inscribed in the ground. Soft green
grasses cover much of the ground, but several paths have been worn to
bare dirt over time. The only landmark within the Wheel is the low
Table Stone at the center, but four important landmarks make up
sections of the Wheel: the windy spot to the southwest, a small pool
to the southeast, a firepit to the northeast, and a large mound of
earth to the northwest.
Contents:
Brian
Table Stone
Obvious exits:

Windy Spot South Pool East Fire Pit North Earth Mound West

Near the Pool, Soren watches Andrea move into the Center. He exchanges a
glance with his pack alpha and then turns back toward the center.
Near the Fire Pit, Winter Rain lifts her muzzle slightly, snuffling the
air. After a moment's reflection, the lupus moves further into the
clearing, her manner somewhat cautious.
Near the Fire Pit, Winter Rain heads into the center.

Brian senses "Andrea says in quiet Gaellic, "I do not think you will
think so, when you have heard.""

Andrea shakes her head a little as she moves closer to the alpha,
dropping her voice.

Brian's lips purse into a frown. "Take a walk with me," he suggests, and
then turns and heads off eastwards.

Brian heads east, away from the center of the Wheel.

You make your way along the pathway to the east, between two Wheel
quarters.

Eastern Curve of the Wheel

Between the firepit ahead and the clear pool behind, the path makes an
almost contradictory change as it arcs along the east end of the
Wheel. The sparse grasses near the pool diverge into two groups,
dispersed between the deeply etched lines: some are dead and wilted,
almost singed to death; and some are strong and a healthy green. A
path leads east, away from the Wheel.
Contents:
Brian
Obvious exits:

Fire Pit Pool Center of the Wheel East

Brian heads east, back into the forest and away from the Wheel.

At the center, Winter Rain circles around the tablestone and lies down
to the west of it.

On the northern curve, Megan gives Brian and Andrea a curious look, then
turns to talk quietly to Ansalon, during which the perceptive also
paying attention might notice that she indicates first Robert then the
two Guardians subtly.

You make your way east, away from the rim of the Wheel.

Off the East Side of the Wheel

You stand on rising ground, amidst a healthy forest of evergreen trees.
Pines and aspens rise around you, all but obscuring the sky above; the
ground below your feet is soft with browned needles, although you can
see sizable rocks jutting from the earth here and there. Looking out
through the trees towards the eastern distance, you think you can make
out the snow-capped, clouded peaks of the mountains; below them, the
dark stone of the lower cliffs presents an imposing sight at even this
remove. The forest is all but silent around you; a cool wind brushes
your face, vanishing into the woods from whence it came.

A path wends its way east through the forest, and another appears to
open into a small clearing to the southeast. To the west, the trees
thin before giving over onto the Great Wheel.
Contents:
Brian
Obvious exits:

To the North Side of the Wheel To the South Side of the Wheel East Story
Tree Wheel

As the sounds of the conversations in the Wheel fade in the snowfall to
the west, Brian's steps slow. "What did you find out?"

Andrea glances around the trees, making sure that none of the Wheel's
hundred-odd Garou happen to have also picked this corner of the woods.
Finally, she answers, "I'm not a galliard, but I can tell you what we
found." She turns her face to Brian. "The search led from here, to
Owl, to the Atrocity realm. There we found Horus and watched his
death."

"Atrocity Realm?" Brian asks, puzzled. "That's not where an echo of
someone killed in a battle should be."

Andrea shakes her head. "No, it's not. It's the land where victims play
out their deaths, over and over." The theurge shivers and rubs her
arms. Her eyes again sweep the forest before she says bluntly, "Horus
was killed by six of his own tribe, assasins with silver knives."

Brian's face drains of color. "Six Striders," he repeats. "Were any of
them ours?"

Andrea shakes her head, her eyes dropping. "I didn't recognize any of
them. And other things I've heard say that those that came here
supported him and his views." Her eyes raise to Brian's again, the
theurge's face reflecting remembered agony. "He accepted his death. He
seemed to pity them."

Brian nods slightly; he is silent for a few moments, his gaze falling to
his heel which quietly scuffs a trench in the gathering snow. Finally,
he asks, "Do you have any idea why his own tribe would kill him? And
do our Striders have any cause for worry?"

Pack> Patrick sends throught the pack link: "Ping."

Andrea rubs her arms, having left her jacket with Haze in the cave. She
shakes her head. "I know that there was opposition within his view
within the Striders. He felt this place was important; others of equal
stature did not. I can only suppose that his rival felt he was
bleeding too much of the Strider strength to this place." Her lips
curl. "If such a thing is true, I don't think our current Striders
need to worry. I know that they refuse to acknowledge Sepdet as
anything more than my old packmate's 'pet mule.' And she is the heart
of the Striders here now, whether or not she claims a title."

Brian nods again, and, slowly, runs a hand back through his hair.
Sadness has crept into his expression; this challenge has apparently
opened a few old wounds for him, as well. "We should at least tell
them what happened," he says. "I think we owe them that much. But the
question is what to tell the rest of the sept, if anything."

Pack> Andrea sends back through the link: Talking to Brian.
Pack> Patrick sends back (to both packmates, IC & OOC): Sounds like fun.

Andrea nods. "I plan on telling Sepdet, and let her decide who among her
tribe can be trusted with such knowledge. But to my thinking, the sept
does not need to know. At best, it will cause distrust for a tribe
when we are trying to defeat the Wyrm together. At worst, it could
cause a war with Ptah."

"The old man wouldn't've wanted that," Brian mutters, as much to himself
as to anyone. Then, almost as if kicking himself, he says
emphatically, "But people *have* to know some of it. If only because
forewarned is forearmed. Horus was killed during the sept's battle
with the Ice King, we'll tell the sept -- an omission rather than a
lie. We'll tell them that he died because he had a vision of unity for
the thirteen tribes, and that we, now knowing what happened, are heirs
to that vision. We are the inheritors of Horus' legacy -- this vision
of his was important enough for the enemy to kill him over, and for
him to die over, and we will not question his wisdom, only see to it
that it is immortalized in the Wheel."

Andrea frowns, considering those words. She then nods, once. "I will
leave it to you to say so much. If anyone demands more details than
that, I would be likely to refuse.

Andrea's lips quirk a little. "They will take a refusal from you better,
I believe."

Brian exhales steamy breath in a wry chuckle. "And maybe pigs will grow
wings," he says. "In any case, congratulations. I had no idea that the
task I was setting you would be this difficult, and involve this much.
You've certainly passed the test I set for you."

Andrea smiles a little at the praise from her friend. She says quietly,
"I couldn't have done it without the support of my pack. They followed
me to the Atrocity realm itself."

"Then they should share in your fifteen minutes of fame," Brian quips,
with a small grin tempered by the grimness of the news. "I'll let
Timothy know, but for now, I call you Adren."

Andrea's smile brightens at that, and she bows her head. She says
simply, "I am honored." She raises her eyes to add in Gaellic, "My
friend."

Brian's smile brightens at that. "You'll make me blush if you keep that
up. I'll arrange to tell the story at a moot, soon. For now, though, I
need to get something to eat. You take care?"

Andrea nods. Her smile fades a little. "I need to get back to the
island. I think...I think it's going to take Hayes a while to deal
with everything we saw."

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