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Actaeon darts to the left and right, leaping over the tiny stream. He
blurs past the trees, heading due east, Quiet a yellow streak behind
him, like a contrail to his own body.

Fisher-King

Actaeon
Obvious exits:

North South West

Actaeon rumbles. We start here.

Fisher-King looks around, then nods. From here to the table stone?

Actaeon nods and digs his hindlegs in. Tell us when to start.

Fisher-King glances at Quiet. You are ready?


Pete appears from the shadows of the forest to the east, stepping out
onto the roadway.
Pete sets off west down Highway 22, quickly becoming lost from sight.

Quiet thinks for a moment and shakes her head.
Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You shift into Hispo form.

Fisher-King glances around. Ready now?

Quiet braces her hind legs and growls deep in her throat. ~Ready.~

Actaeon's flank flexes, as he readies himself.

Before any cars can happen along, Fisher-King barks out ~Begin!~

Actaeon's hind legs dig in, propelling his body forward quickly and
fluidly, and he's off!

Actaeon steps off the road and disappears amongst the tall trees to the
east.

Quiet immediately springs, her heavy hind legs sending up a shower of
dirt as she leaps up.

Fisher-King steps off the road and disappears amongst the tall trees to
the east.

You step off the asphalt of the highway, and set off through the shadows
of the evergreens. The ground is soft underfoot, lightly springy with
leaves and pine needles; after walking for what you feel is a long
time, you finally end up in...

Forest

Surrounding you on all sides are a number of tall, stately 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 grey
squirrel can be seen flying through the trees and off in the distance
the lyrical melody of birdsong can be heard. The occasional beam of
light breaks through the forest canopy, illuminating a small area
before it vanishes; the unusual darkness of the tall pines and the
density of the underbrush combine to give one a vaguely unsettled
feeling.

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

Actaeon's paws flash over the undergrowth as he runs, a black streak
against the greenery, still gaining speed.

Quiet flies through the air and lands, immediately springing again. This
time, her form shifts and shrinks to lupus, letting her body fly much
further than her lupus form could have jumped. Her head is lowered as
she falls to land nearly atop Actaeon.

Actaeon slows as he sees the shadow above him and shifts with blinding
speed, moving into homid form. In his more easily manipulated form, he
drops and rolls backwards, away from the landing lupus. Another
blinding shift and the wolf named Actaeon darts off again.

Quiet whuffs as she lands in the space Actaeon vacated just half a
second before. Lowering her head, she thrusts off with her hind legs,
but this time to follow Actaeon at a run as a yellow blur of speed.

Fisher-King hangs back, well out of the way but still close enough to
watch the Challenge as it progresses.

Actaeon streaks off through the woods, zipping agilely between a pair of
trees, and then curling around another, before continuing to the east,
Quiet keeping close behind.

Actaeon disappears into the forest and soon becomes obscured by the
underbrush.

You set off east, underneath the dark canopy of trees. After what seems
like a long time wandering, you end up...

Small Creek
A small creek, no more than a mere trickle, winds through the forest.
Small pebbles shine wetly as the water flows past them. The creek has
worn a slight indentation into the forest floor and tree roots can be
seen poking out of the soil near the creek. Moss grows on the banks of
the creek,and the occasional mushroom can be seen sticking out from
the soil near the roots of a tree. Scurrying sounds can be heard
through the underbrush, probably from field mice or other small
woodland critters.
The forest looms over the creek on all sides, looking mysterious and
foreboding.
Contents:
Actaeon

Fisher-King appears from amidst the shadows of the forest to the west.

Quiet follows close behind Actaeon, her paws sending up flashes of water
as they run through the creek bed.

Actaeon darts to the left and right, leaping over the tiny stream. He
blurs past the trees, heading due east, Quiet a yellow streak behind
him, like a contrail to his own body.

Actaeon disappears into the forest and soon becomes obscured by the
underbrush.

You set off east, underneath the dark canopy of trees. After what seems
like a long time wandering, you end up...

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 hawk can be seen flying
through the trees and off in the distance the low bass-like croak of
frogs 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:
Actaeon

Fisher-King appears from amidst the shadows of the forest to the west.
Actaeon's ears flatten as he pounds paws against the earth, Quiet just
behind him. He hesistates for the barest of seconds. Just as Quiet
closes, he shifts to hispo, leaping for a high branch.

Quiet's ears are flat to her skull as she strains to touch her nose to
Actaeon's tail. Her look of surprise is almost comical as he leaps up
and she leaps after him, but without the power of his Hispo form.

Fisher-King pulls up short, watching in surprise to see what Actaeon is
up to.

Actaeon's hands lengthen, and stubs appear on his forehead as his feet
curl painfully. As glabro, he grasps the branch, swinging himself in
the opposite direction. A blur in midair and Actaeon lands on all
fours, sprinting, in wolf form, to the north.

Actaeon wheels, churning up dirt as he heads towards the north, head
lowered in a flat sprint.

Quiet snarls as she lands without reaching him. Without breaking stride,
she shifts into Hispo and leaps against a short rise in the hill in
front of her, pushing off of it to turn direction and follow the
fleeing lupus. In midleap she again changes into lupus, but she is now
almost two wolf-lengths behind him when she lands and sprints.

Pete appears from amidst the shadows of the forest to the west.
Pete disappears into the forest and soon becomes obscured by the thick
underbrush.

Fisher-King turns north as well, bringing himself back up to speed and
paralleling your course.

Actaeon slips into the shadows of the trees, his speckled coat standing
out in strange relief as he streaks away.
Actaeon disappears into the forest and soon becomes obscured by the
thick underbrush.

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.
Contents:
Actaeon
Obvious exits:

Path Wheel

Fisher-King emerges from the forest, coming from the south.

Quiet reaches her head out and flattens to the ground in an effort to
catch up to Actaeon, her muscles straining under her rippling sandy
coat as she pours energy into the sprint.

Actaeon's legs bunch and release, driving him towards the center of the
caern. His fur furrows from the wind's movement through it.

Actaeon sets off north, towards the Caern.

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:
Actaeon
Obvious exits:

Pool Windy Spot Center of the Wheel South

Fisher-King comes in from the woodland to the south.

Actaeon streaks in from the south, Quiet some wolflength or two behind
him. His body almost doubles up at each stride, rocketing him forward.

Dirt flies up from under the three running wolves: the hunter, the
quarry, and the watcher.

Fisher-King blurs into Hispo form, pulling along side, and then ahead
of, the racers so he can see the finish clearly.

At the center, Spooner howls encouragement to the runners.

Quiet streaks after Actaeon, a bright yellow tail to the fleeing wolf.
She gains another few inches, but is still more than a leap behind as
they come into the final stretch, goal in sight.

Actaeon's muscles ripple in a mad dance as he dashes for the home
stretch, pounding towrds the table stone.

Actaeon heads into the center.

Fisher-King heads into 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:
Fisher-King
Actaeon
Pete
Jumper
Spooner
Table Stone
Obvious exits:

Windy Spot South Pool East Fire Pit North Earth Mound West

Actaeon arrows towards the table stone, a black dart followed by a
yellow.

Spooner howls, ~Get 'im, Quiet!~

Porthos plods in, wondering at the commotion.

Quiet runs and seems to grow, shifting into Hispo without a change in
stride. Her muscles gather and she gives one last powerful leap into
the air. Howling with a voice that seems to have an otherworldly
resonance, she screams, ~Now.~ and shifts further, her form
lengthening into Crinos.
Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You shift into Crinos form.

Fisher-King looked at you...

A whirlwing of dust and leaves, right in front of Actaeon's nose,
suddenly whirls up, blinding and choking the running lupus.

Spooner looks delighted and starts chuckling.

Fisher-King tries to check his headlong rush so he can get a look at the
new development.

Actaeon barks in surprise and wheels to avoid the baffling phenomenon,
skidding as he tries desparately to sharpen his turn.

A low chittering, like laughter, can be heard as the the barage of dust
and litter continues to plague the lupus. A black flash, like masked
eyes, can almost be glimpsed through the grit.


Quiet falls down in a half-crouch, landing heavily on one knee....and
the off-balance Actaeon.
Quiet growls, low with weary amusement, ~You're it.~

Jumper barks approval.

Actaeon whurfs and tumbles over. He pants. You got me, you got me. Now
get OFF me!

Spooner rumbles with laughter.

The whirlwind dies away, leaving only scurrying noises behind.

Fisher-King shifts back into lupus form, panting. He reviews the rules
of the contest in his head.

Porthos smiles, just now figuring out what the activity's all about.

Quiet tumbles over off Actaeon and lands on her back. Incongruously, she
is smiling and laughing in quick growling chuffs.

Jumper lets out a howl. Congrats, Quiet!

Fisher-King finally nods. ~A fair win. The Challenge goes to
Moon-Laughs-Quiet.~

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

Spooner walks over to look down at Actaeon, ~Looks like you need to buy
running goggles, hon.~

Porthos shifts, to get a better handle on a quick howl of
congratulations.

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

Near the Fire Pit, Broken Claw heads into the center.

Quiet pants, and rights herself. Her amusement finally dies down but she
is still smiling as she regards Actaeon. She looks toward Fisher-King
and nods as she stands.
Quiet contorts and blurs as she is transformed.

You shift into Homid form.

Broken Claw growls greeting.

Actaeon grins. "What the hell WAS that?"

Fisher-King nods to Quiet. ~Congratulations.~
Fisher-King pads over to the pool to get a drink.
Fisher-King heads southeast to the pool.

Porthos nods to Broken Claw. Beta.

Andrea chuckles and nods acknowlegement of the congratulations.

On the eastern curve, Anpwhotep makes his way out of the woods to the
east.
On the eastern curve, Anpwhotep heads into the center.
Anpwhotep looks at the convention and settles down to watch and listen

Jumper jumps about, barking at and about Quiet.

Andrea looks toward Actaeon and grins, "We're still calling him
Coon...until he figures out a what a name means. He
watches over Crossing."

Spooner says ~Acty? You getting old on me or what?~

Actaeon playfully nudges Andrea in the shoulder. "Good run,
Snowflinger-yuf."
Actaeon laughs. "Even I can't outrun a totem spirit, Spooner. Not even
I."

Near the Pool, Fisher-King drinks deeply.

Spooner says ~Can I get that in writing?~

Porthos grins.

Actaeon grins. "Not just yet. I'm young, still.'

Spooner chuffles. ~I didn't think so.~

Andrea grins and jumps, her eyes sparkling. She tousles Jumper's ears
and jumps around with him!

Actaeon chuckles. "Andrea ran a good run, and thought better than that,
even. She did well."

Jumper enjoys the game, and does a backflip.

Actaeon grins impishly. "And I can still run the legs off of you,
Tonto.'

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