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Nightflash holds out a hand to stiffarm Alex as he charges, keeping the cub at a distance. ~Good!~ he exclaims. ~Now strike. As much as you can.~

Quiet just watches. Her form slowly grows to one with hands, in case she is needed.

From the rock outcropping, Dusty talks quietly with his packmates, looking up as Falcon's Wing gets up and trots off, presumably to patrol.

Alex snarls, and tries to duck under Nightflash's arm, fists whistling as he attempts to pound out a drumroll against the crinos's stomach.

Nightflash braces himself against the ground, now letting the cub beat on him. ~You had it briefly. Don't lose it. Let go.~

Alex tenses his jaw once more, and his fists are suddenly a blur, striking so fast that the individual strikes can't be made out anymore.

Nightflash lets this go on until suddenly Alex gives out and he's no longer moving with super-human speed.

From the rock outcropping, Dusty sighs snd stands, waves to Erik and Athena, and heads out of the canyon, his steps sure on the steep trail.

Alex blinks, and staggers back, panting. He stands very still fora moment, then collapses onto his rear in the dirt, flushed and pale all at once. He stares up at Nightflash in confusion before murmuring, "That was...right?"

Nightflash says, ~That was right. You have to be careful. If you burn through all your rage at once, you might feel hollow without it. Particularly full-moons. We are unused to being without it.~

Alex nods slowly, and pushes his sweat-drenched hair out of his face. He just breathes for a moment more, trying to regain more of his balance before he asks, "How do you...get it back?"

Nightflash says, ~It returns on its own. Sometimes slowly. More often, quickly. Sometimes, more quickly than you would like.~

Alex blinks, and tilts his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

Nightflash says, ~The more rage you keep inside you, the angrier it makes you. You become more likely to lose your temper without reason. And to frenzy.~

Alex frowns deeply, then nods slowly. "Makes sense."

Nightflash nods to Alex and then turns to face his tribe's cub. ~Come.~

By the waterfall, Defends-Wolves comes down the trail from the rim above. By the waterfall, Defends-Wolves heads into the center.

Weighs-the-Way pages to Quiet, Alex, Nightflash, and Athena: Sorry. I'm here. Weighs-the-Way pushes to her feet and trots over to Nightflash without hesitance.

Defends-Wolves pads down the trail leading into the caern, giving a soft whuff in greeting to the others as he heads toward the gathering at the center.

By the steam vents, Ravenfeeder comes into the caern from the southwest.

Nightflash says, ~You remember what Rends-The-Dark told him? You must do the same.~

Weighs-the-Way growls softly. Must? Now?

Nightflash says, ~Is there a reason not to do it now?~

Defends-Wolves splays his ears back, looking between the cub and the ahroun.

Weighs-the-Way huffs in an auditory shrug. Now, then. Don't like Rage. Will practice, though.

Nightflash nods and stands in place, hands at his sides. ~Take your time. Attack when you are ready.~

Alex watches silently from the edge of the area, still looking exhausted.

Weighs-the-Way sinks to a crouch, narrowing her amber wolf eyes and reaching inward. After what must be at least a minute of apparently nothing she surges upward to Crinos with a low growl that turns into an almost screaming snarl as she catapults toward Nightflash. Alex tried to control it. Either she isn't making the effort, or she can't. She is atop Nightflash in less than a blink. Ripping, tearing, moving faster than the eye can track.

Nightflash catches Weighs-The-Way and the two go down in a tangle of limbs. Blood sprays the air as claws fly. Flesh and fur hit the ground in bloody hunks. Nightflash seems to be only interested in holding Weighs-The-Way down.

Alex blinks, and stays -well- out of the way, since he's not exactly in a durable form at the moment.

Defends-Wolves moves a step closer to the pair, somewhat warily, though he seems confident that the ahroun can take care of himself.

Quiet moves then, seeing the cub's lack of control. The crinos pushes up from the ground in a smooth blur, reaching sandy-furred arms around Weighs-the-Way's chest to pull her back from her target.

By the waterfall, Geremond comes down the trail from the rim above. By the waterfall, Geremond's massive form works its way slowly and carefully down the narrow trail by the waterfall and into the caern proper. A low rumble of greeting escapes his scarred throat.

Between the two of them, Quiet and Nightflash manage to hold Weighs-The-Way down so that she's no longer a threat to anyone in the vicinity.

By the waterfall, Geremond shifts slowly and deliberately up into the warform as he approaches the center, eyes on the three struggling crinos but making no move to interfere, yet. By the waterfall, Geremond heads into the center.

Weighs-the-Way isn't a very willing or easy a target, though her elders can most certainly get ahold of her -- not without a few nasty claw-swipes. It takes some time, but the vicious snarling quiets to ferocious growls, and she calms slowly, her massive, furred chest heaving.

Alex relaxes at Quiet and Nightflash get hold of Weighs, and he turns toward Geremond, offering the Get a deep nod from where he sits looking exhausted.

Geremond pads in with all the subtlety of a lupine tank, eyes watching the subdual. He flicks a querying ear in Alex's direction.

Nightflash looks over at Quiet. Much of his head and most of his chest is crimson. ~She could be one of those half-moons with an ahroun's rage.~

Alex stands, and moves slowly over to Geremond. He says softly, "We're learning to use our Rage. Weighs doesn't seem to have much control over it at the moment...."

Quiet doesn't loosen her hold on the cub. The theurge is bleeding from a couple of gashes on her arms as Weighs-the-Way struggled, but nothing near as much as Nightflash, the target. She grunts an affirmative, her ears swivelling high on her head.

Geremond rumbles a low affirmative, then fixes his leaden gaze on the minor wolfpile. Is this the place to so tempt anger?

Quiet does not catch all of the lupus's words, but something of his statement carried over. She turns her head, arms still around the philodox cub. ~Do you have an issue, Hammer of the Iceforge?~

Weighs-the-Way's fur is quite sticky with blood, though she doesn't look injured. As the red fades from behind her eyes, she relaxes with an apologetic, mortified whimper.

Defends-Wolves moves over to his tribemates, looking over the wounds for a moment before turning to the approaching Get, chuffing politely in greeting.

Geremond looks back at Quiet, though not directly into her eyes. ~I may. In times past, I had to interpose myself bodily between the heart of this caern and such as Stormcrow and Justice when their rage passed the point of reason. At that time, it was decreed that there was a place for honor duels, and teaching of battle skills. I ask respectfully if this is no longer so.~

Quiet's words are crisp, though her motions are gentle as she lets the cub loose. ~Then your fears are answered. We teach the cubs what the inner anger is, so they can gain skill in its use.~

Nightflash looks half-way over his shoulder. ~I was never in any danger of losing control. The only way the stone would have been in danger was if I had fallen.~

Weighs-the-Way shifts downward and immediately moves to Nightflash when Quiet releases her, her tail down, her form an abject apology. She tries to lick at the rent flesh and fur.

Geremond lowers his head slightly, the big galliard pauses as the Get sorts words in some effort at tact. ~Then one is certain you did not expect this one to frenzy. If you would answer, I have been gone long. Is there no longer a specific place where duels are fought and battle taught?~ He seems to ignore Nightflash, his guardedly respectful attention entirely on the elder.

Nightflash doesn't seem to be in any pain at the moment, and he allows the cub to clean his wounds.

Quiet turns her attention fully on the Get. ~I have seen few fights on the mound since it turned from forgiving earth to hard stone, and I rarely saw training there. Often, I have taken those into the Umbra, but that is more a matter of the fear of watchers than a matter of spirit.~ She raises and lowers her right shoulder. ~I have never known another official place set other than the mound. The center of the caern is at the center of our strength, and so I often bring the cubs here when they are not at the farmhouse. There, they use the barn to teach combat.~

The Get's massive head dips once more. ~I see.~ The behemoth hispo shifts slightly, uncomfortable beneath Quiet's stare, ~It may be wise to discuss with the Warder whether such a place should be reinstated, for future. The stone table was, perhaps, more fragile than the Caern's new heart. There may be no need. Though I was under the impression that an issue of respect, rather than endangerment, might be involved. Clearly, I must become acquainted with the ways and traditions of the Walk, rather than the Wheel.~

Defends-Wolves resumes his examiniation of the combatants, more concerned with the health of the wounded than the ongoing conversation.

Quiet's ears splay with sudden humor. ~My tribe takes your compliment, that you would think even our cubs might be able to damage such a solid heart.~

Geremond's rebuke succeeds, if anything, at making the Gaian cub sink even lower to the ground in penitance as she tries to clean Nightflash's wounds. Geremond's upper lip twitches and his ears flatten against his scarred skull, but he catches himself short of actually displaying teeth to the elder. ~To destroy and to disrespect are not one. It is not a place I would sharpen my claws, Adren. Nor would I counsel any other to do so. The Warder may decree differently.~ He begins to turn away.

Nightflash's wounds cleaned, Weighs-the-Way turns and makes her way back over, low to the ground, to Quiet, sniffing at her feet and rolling to her side submissively before pushing herself back up restlessly and trying to lick at the marks she left on the alpha as well.

Quiet's humor is gone, melted like frost in the summer sun. Her voice becomes harder. ~And neither did we, and if you would say so you would be a liar.~

The hispo pauses his massive bulk in turning, lip twitching with a constant tic and eyes narrowing. Long moments pass as Geremond's breathing slows. ~I say, and will continue to say, that perhaps there are better places. It is not my place to accuse the elder of any tribe. The Wyrm can take one in the throes of one's rage, and regrettable things can happen. If your warrior half-moon has learned her trade as well as her claws, she may discern why that could be unfortunate. These are facts that would seem to need stating, not untruths.~ His massive head pivots towards Quiet, waiting.

Quiet's gaze is unflinching. ~Since you are Get, perhaps you aren't aware. There is a gift given to some of my tribe, that allows for the draining of rage. This gift has been effective in knocking loose those lost in unthinking flight or fight. That is even if an ahroun and myself could not control her.~

Geremond looks away from Quiet, but as he does so, lips skin back from his massive teeth in anger. ~I am not aware of such a gift. Nor, unaware, do I question its use or worth. I question that a situation exists that might provoke and require restraint of a frenzying garou in a caern that must not be violated. I have stated, twice, that I feel such decisions to be in the Warder's purview. You have implied things other than what I have said, and tied my honor to them. I _ask_ that you continue such with this Sept's Warder.~ It's almost certain that if water were thrown on the massive Get, it'd turn to steam.

Quiet stares at the Get for a moment longer, then finally shrugs. ~I will speak to the Arm if it will ease your mind. You speak of implying, you that imply I would risk this caern, the one that I risked mind and body and pack to help rebuild. Think on that, if you will.~

Weighs-the-Way stills completely and sinks to the ground with a faint whimper. Her brows are the only part of her that moves as her gaze switches back and forth between the Gaian and the Get.

Nightflash mururs to Weighs-the-Way and Defends-Wolves, ~Perhaps he does not realize that he questions the Ritemistress.~

Geremond's gaze remains fixed on a tree out in the forest which, in spite of this, shows no sign of bursting into flame. ~Elder, you may tell the Arm that in light of past Warder's decrees, I am forced to infer, not imply, that you _do_ risk this caern. I have shed blood to protect this ground as well. So have a hundred others. So did the one who betrayed Cypress Rising shed blood in the defense of her caern. Do you believe I enjoy accusing an elder who had my respect of old?~ He digs claws into the ground, stirring small stones angrily, still not looking at Quiet, ~I submit that my only suggestion and desire was that you move these games outside of this vale. Accusations of falsehood or righteousness need not have come into this.~

Quiet's eyes flare hot with anger, but the Get doesn't burst into flame either. She controls herself by clenching her huge, taloned fists. Her words are clipped. ~And where would you suggest, son of Fenris? Somewhere closer to humans, somewhere where the Wyrm might be closer than I think, somewhere away from all that would watch and learn? If we were pissing on the stone, or sharpening our klaives upon it, then I could see your concern. But we only teach the young. Do you think the wyld energies of this place reject the shedding of blood? I have said that I will speak to Peacekeeper. I will see if he considers a cub's lesson a threat.~

Geremond growls, his mane bristling higher and higher, ~By the shaven stone. At the top of a cliff. Or even in the barn where such things are done, by your words. Even where the earth-mound once stood. My concern is based on the edicts of Warders of this place, and what little I was taught by Red-Sky-rhya. I feed enough blood to this place to know otherwise, as you know other than to think I have a problem with cubs being taught to do battle. Just. Not. Here.~

Nightflash's own mane starts to raise as tempers around him flare. The silver Crinos digs at the ground with one bloody paw, claws scraping against the stones that come up from the earth. The air around him is too heavy with blood for his own scent to be distinguishable.

Quiet's voice goes flat, her body ridged with tension. ~I will tell the Warder your words, Brings-Anger.~

Geremond's mane flattens slowly. ~Gaia's _Peace_.~ The leviathan Get licks his lips slowly. ~You will do what you feel is correct, Adren. Of that I have faith. I am going to patrol the Bawn.~

From the rock outcropping, Again, as from earlier, the sound of pleasant whistling drifts down from the rim of the caern, over the roar of the falls and through the muting mists that cling about. The source of the music comes into view as Brian descends the side of the caern to stand atop the stone slab.

Geremond continues to glare towards the distant tree, which continues not to burst into flame. Body-language wise, he seems almost to be waiting for Quiet's dismissal.

Quiet is standing near Weighs-the-Way and Nightflash, looming up in crinos. Her eyes are narrowed in anger at the Get, and her body muscles are ridged in controlled tension. When she notices he waits for her, she says shortly, ~Very well.~

From the rock outcropping, Brian sinks into a crouch, not totally unlike a predator bird might lean forward from a tree limb while watching prey. The expression on his face as he watches the scene below, though, is rather far from predatory, but simply curious interest.

Geremond dips his head to the usual depth he has been using for adren, but it's more of a terse jerk than the almost lupine bow that it normally is. The massive hispo wheels southward, stalking stiff-legged and mane still slightly bristled as he moves to the path by the waterfall.

From the rock outcropping, Brian vaults forward from his crouch down to the floor of the caern, his momentum taking him into the area nearest the crystal formation that leaps from the ground. "Afternoon," he says pleasantly, after he lands.

Geremond heads southeast, towards the waterfall.

By the waterfall, Geremond approaches the waterfall from the center of the caern. By the waterfall, Geremond pauses in step at the Alpha's voice. He turns slightly, touching his chin almost to the ground in recognition, then resumes his movements towards the trail.

Nightflash turns to greet the alpha. The normally-silver crinos' fur is dark red from the waist up.

Quiet's dark-eyed gaze flicks to the alpha, then back to the retreating Get's back. With a small effort, she returns to her birth form.

By the waterfall, Geremond starts along the trail up to the rim of the valley.

Weighs-the-Way is about as low to the ground as she can be, looking for all the world culpable of every sin known to Garou-kind. Her attention flicks to Brian as he arrives, but she does not move. Her fur is crimson as well, though she doesn't look to have any fresh injuries.

Brian's attention is drawn first to Quiet as she dwindles towards her human shape, and then upwards to Nightflash as the Gaian Ahroun turns. "Let me guess," he says with a grin. "There was a drive-by shooting, but they were using cranberries instead of bullets."

Nightflash only gives the alpha a quizzical look. He obviously has no idea what Brian just said. Now that the confrontation is over and he, too, is beginning to calm, he takes a form less prone to loss of control.

Brian shrugs his shoulders, his grin undiminished in the face of Nightflash's puzzlement. "I was just wondering why you're covered with red," he says, running a hand back through his hair as his attention happens to drift over towards the direction in which Harald left the caern.

Luc replies simply, ~Bleeding.~

Weighs-the-Way scoots over, belly to the ground still, toward Luc at his words. She begins to lick at the nearer of wounds of his, whining softly.

Andrea continues to breathe. There's several deep clawmarks on her arms, but she is largely uninjured.

Alex watches from the 'sidelines' silently, his face pale. At the sound of Weighs' whining, the glances over at her, frowning slowly.

By the waterfall, Seeker comes down the trail from the rim above. By the waterfall, Seeker heads into the center.

Seeker makes his way down into the caern and nods a greeting to those gathered.

"So it is," Brian says musingly, peering over Nightflash's injuries. Alex's slight movement grabs his attention for a moment, and then Seeker's arrival does the same. Eventually, though, his gaze goes back to Andrea and Nightflash. "So, um, what was the fighting about?"

Andrea's lips twist in a wry grin, though her face hasn't exactly relaxed enough to make it much more than a grimace. "Which? The fighting that made the blood, or the arguement with Harald?"

Luc says, ~Cub lost control and it took a bit to restrain her. Nothing that hasn't happened before.~

Alex is silent for a moment more, then slowly pushes himself to his feet. He looks a little wobbly for a moment, but soon settles his balance. Quietly, he says, "If you'll all excuse me. I think I need something to eat, and some rest."

Seeker looks curious as to what happened, but doesn't intrude.

Brian flashes Andrea a grin. "I figure I know why you were arguing with Harald, more or less," he says. Adopting an imperious bass that's a fair approximation of the big Get's normal speaking voice, he rumbles, "I am mighty Get of Fenris, hear me roar! I know what's best, so listen to me or else!" Giving up on the impression, he then turns back to Luc and, still smiling pleasantly, shrugs his shoulders. "You look a lot worse than she does," he remarks.

Alex watches Brian for a moment, his expression quiet. He then sighs deeply, obviously tired, and turns to make his way up out of the center of the caern.

Weighs-the-Way stops her licking when Luc adopts a form with clothes. Her gaze follows Alex's departure.

By the waterfall, Alex approaches the waterfall from the center of the caern. By the waterfall, Alex stops and kneels by the falls, sticking his head underwater for nearly a minute. He comes up sputtering slightly, and after pushing his hair out of his face, he continues on his way without sparing a glance toward the center. By the waterfall, Alex starts along the trail up to the rim of the valley.

Andrea actually manages a laugh at the imitation. "Something like that," she admits. "Robert's going to give me a lecture, I'm sure, but I doubt it will be on what Harald thinks."

Brian looks back to Andrea, and stares at her forearms for a moment. "Can I see?" he says, holding out upturned hands towards her.

Weighs-the-Way's attention swings around to Brian and Andrea after Alex disappears from sight. She watches intently.

From the rock outcropping, Athena yawns on the rock and wakes up.

Luc doesn't reply to Brian's comment, since it seemed obvious enough.

From the rock outcropping, Rends-the-Dark heads into the center.

While Brian and Andrea are occupied, Weighs-the-Weigh shifts up to homid and murmurs quietly to Luc.

Luc grunts softly and replies to Louisa. ~It happens. You should remain in another form so your eye may finish healing.~

Louisa bites her lip and nods, then she gets up suddenly and runs from the caern, shifting to lupus as she does so.

In the windiest area, Weighs-the-Way comes into this quarter from the caern center. In the windiest area, Weighs-the-Way heads out of the caern and up the valley.

Andrea frowns slightly, then realizes Brian is talking about her arms. "It's nothing," she says, but she does hold her hands out.

Seeker spies his tribemate and moves toward the swirling wind.

Luc sighs as Louisa goes.

By the waterfall, Lightseeker comes down the trail from the rim above.

Brian turns over Andrea's wrists in his, gently, and eventually nods. "Yeah, it doesn't look too bad," he says quietly. "He looks like he got the worst of it." He tilts his head to indicate Luc as he releases Andrea's hands. "I've got a first aid kit stashed in a knot in the story tree, though, if you want to wrap these." A pause, and he takes a step back from the Gaians. "Anyhow. I'll leave you to yourselves. Have to finish the rounds and what have you." With that, he turns and begins making his way out of the caern.

By the waterfall, Lightseeker comes loping easily down the trail, pausing only briefly by the water before she peers into the center, nose twitching.

Andrea nods. She turns just in time to see the cub fleeing the caern. With a short sigh, she falls down into her own healing form to lope after.

By the waterfall, Luc gives Lightseeker a clumsy nod in greeting and sits to take off his shoes.

Seeker watches the wounded garou exit the caern, then turns back to Quiet. What happened, if I may ask?

By the waterfall, Lightseeker asks Luc, Do you need aid?

Quiet gives bare greetings to the Striders as she goes by.

You head out of the caern and up the valley.

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