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As Digger crosses the boarder into Pure territory he breaths in through his nose. He knows that if he fucks this up he isn't coming back alive. So he keeps on rolling. As gets into the thick of it he slows down, knowing that actually getting pulled over would be the second worst, wait third worst thing that could happen to him. First, Getting caught by the pure and getting his ass killed, Second bike issues, third piggy trouble.
Digger
Digger drives out beyond the river. The clear skies make him more noticable, so he slows down a little to compensate, mostly relying on the wind.
And somehow, it works. He's in the heart of Pure territory, utterly undetected, as far as he can tell. Grass, slightly browned by the sun, waves in the moonlight as a soft breeze blows past. It's utterly silent.
John & Sin
The two Uratha remaining at the main bridge see Digger streaking off into the distance, and vanishing out of sight. There's no indication of any other movement ahead of them.
Skaald, Half & Dale
As Skaald, Half and Dale arrive at the next bridge, a large truck rattles over it and heads down one of the nearby streets. Some poor bastard on an overnight haul, it looks like.
Roll perception, Skaald, Half & Dale
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Skaald follows Dale's lead, drawing upon the mecurial nature he has inherited from his mother. His face lengthens into a muzzle as his hands shrink to paws and his limbs shift to those of a monstrous wolf. The wolf's pelt is covered in thick, rust colored hair with streaks of grey running through it. Skaald then takes off in a run following Dale to the other bridge.
Once there he raises his nose to the wind scenting as Dale does while his ears and eyes remain alert for danger. When the truck rumbles overhead he cringes slightly. The noise of the heavy vehicle straining the steel and concrete span combined with the diesel exhaust makes for an unpleasant moment or two.
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Half nods and shifts, letting himself flow into the large wolf form and settles down to wait, his ears moving back and forth.
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"God speed," John muttered to his departing Alpha as well to the rest of the pack moving towards the other bridge. Deep down, the Beta was nervous, and for good reason. This was, quite literally, uncharted territory and even though the chaplain knew they would eventually die, he would rather see their very first recon go without a hitch.
However, the nerves would always be present.
"And so, we wait," John smiled to Sin, leaning against the bridge.
"So we wait indeed." Sin said as he watched Digger take off. He looks somewhat wistful as the rest of the pack change and head over to their position on the other bridge. He shifted slightly, and drew his attention back. He looked out over the bridge, keeping a careful eye on whatever was happening on the other side.
"So I'm the new guy here, still trying to get settled in. What can you tell me about Sacramento?" There wasn't much sense in waiting in complete silence.
Digger continues rolling down the street, looking left and right at each stop or stoplight. Keeping his eyes open for something that most people don't see. Signs of the Pure. Markings, glyphs, territory lines, anything he can see. Digger doubted that the pure was one big mega-pack. They were probably separated into packs just like The People. So he needed to figure out what packs territory he's in.
Skaald, Half & Dale
The three Crusaders settle in low and take up their positions. The bridge looks undisturbed, and they don't detect any movement from across the other side. All seems quiet here.
Half, out of the corner of his eye, catches a stencilled clenched fist beneath the iron girder.
Digger
Digger drives on, lead by the moonlight. There are no territory glyphs as he would recognise them, but he does start to pick up the little indications that Uratha are in the area. The Hisil presses down softly in some places as he skirts by the fringe of Loci, making the hairs on the back of his neck raise.
He gets further and further from the bridge. In the distance, once or twice, he spots movement. The area is starting to look more alive than every as he crests a small hill, and hears a snatch of a territorial howl.
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"Its a nice city, although I'm still quite new here also. I've seen a little slice of it with work but," he glanced across the bridge, "Obviously, some places are off-limits at the moment." John, smiling wistfully, looked back at Sin. "I'm glad we're here, actually, gives us some time to talk. What is it you do, Sin?"
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