Calling All Wolves
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Digger steps into the Tur, pulls his hair back into a pony tail and howls to the sky. The howl is long and powerful. Within the Howl is a message calling all the uratha of the city together. As is the right of any Alpha. Something needed be delt with, and Digger well...he be pissed.
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With the roll complete the alpha of the crusaders takes out a cigarettes, tosses it into his mouth and lights it. Digger makes his way over to his favorite tree and leans against it.
Nick Munroe arrived quickly after the angry howl of his Alpha rang out across the city's Hisil. He wore his dedicated gear and did not fuck around in transit - a howl like that meant to get his ass in gear. Or something like that. Surely, whatever caused Digger to summon the Packs of Sacramento to the Tur on such an urgent basis was exceptionally important. What it heralded, he would soon find out.
"Hey." Nick's tone was sombre, suspecting that this was not the time to fuck around. He noticed the cigarette and took the liberty of producing his own. If his Alpha figured it was fine, Nick was down to smoke.
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Nieves thought she recognized the howl, but she had never truly heard Digger's howl before. In any case, the message was clear enough. She came upon the figure in the Tur, who had challenged her to the task of gaining Glory, showing her what courage truly meant and how much fear she still felt inside her. The Alpha of the Crusaders was an intimidating man, and the situation was an unusual one, but that did not keep her from approaching.
The Rahu appears in baggy cargo pants and a tank top that stretched across her Dalu form, the form she wore when traversing the Hisil. Whatever was taking place was new to her. <<Digger?>> she said questioningly, looking around, as if the answer for the call would be strewn about the Tur.
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Steel isn't far behind his packmate. The street tough pulls himself to his full height, but stays in his full-human form for now. That howling was enough to get anyone's attention, and there's one big question on the Rahu's mind.
"Nieves," he says, nodding to the female as he takes a place near her before looking to Digger. "What's all the noise about?"
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Anthony wasn't too far away when Digger howled. He quickly made his way towards the Tur, surprised to see only four people gathered. It would seem Anthony was on time. For once.
He slowed down as he approuched the group, keeping wary eyes trained on the two new wolves. He didn't know them, and their aggressive body language did little to encourage conversation. Thankfully Digger howled at the Tur, and the brands of Honor and Purity helped to ease some of his discomfort. Not all, but some.
"You howled?" Anthony says as he momentarily broke his locked gaze with the Sworn.
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Kevin arrives at Tur, bandages under his shirt and jacket as he makes his way gingerly towards the group. He is a bit surprised that not all of the Crusaders were standing with their Alpha, he would have thought they'd be the first ones to be answering the howl. He glances around, seeing any of the others approaching Tur after him.
He stays silent, there's no point in bugging Digger for information, the man will say his peace when he's good and ready. He moves to stand next to Steel Gaze and Nieves, nodding his head in greeting to those who turn to greet him. He does his best to not aggravate his wounds from that gun shoots.
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A wolf with a grey-white muzzle conversed in low, growling tones, with a trio of small, quaking, urban spirits. The Elodoth was on one of his self-appointed patrols, exploring the Crusader territory and playing his part to spread the influence of the pack. The howl cut across the landscape of the hisil like a knife. It took Rawlins' breath away and left him, shivering, standing all alone; the weak spirits of low rank bolted at the sound. Silence followed, as if the hisil itself were suddenly afraid.
Hackles raised, the old wolf tentatively sniffed the wind. The call came from the Tur. The call came from Digger. The voice of the Crusader Alpha was unmistakable, but Rawlins had never heard it like this before. The old man started at a steady, sustainable lope; but the closer he got to the Tur, the quicker his pace picked up. By the time the Tur was in sight, the old wolf was at a run.
Rawlins burst onto the Tur, scrabbling to a stop with his limbs flailing. Concern was plain on his lupine features. If any words were forming in his mouth they died with one glance at his Alpha's face.
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A gray wolf easily three times the size of an actual gray wolf lopes onto Tur following the mental echos of the howl. It had been counting the street lights along the major roads on the turf. Taking in the other wolves Jeremiah nods to Digger then looks at Kevin as he walks over to the Beta.
<<You. Smell.>> The Alpha rumbles quietly before pushing off the ground with his front paws. His form contracts into a haired man in dark clothes. A knife hanging from his right side. Throwing the Beta a concerned look Jeremiah nods to the other members of the Sworn and then turns his attention to the wolves he hasn't met before.
Marcus had been at home when the howl had sounded throughout the Hisil, and as such hadn't heard the call from Digger. Of all things he had been finishing putting away the dishes when the back door had opened with an aging creak, and Victor had pulled him from the kitchen and outside.
By now Marcus had learnt not to ask too many questions when just following would do, but he had determined what this was about quite quickly. A large meeting, called urgently from the Alpha of the Crusaders was not something to be ignored.
He strode onto the Tur, scanning immediately who had already arrived. His attention rested on the pack member of the Sworn after a sincere nod of greeting to the members of the other packs. Not everyone had arrived just yet though; it would take time for all the Uratha of Sacramento to gather.
In her powerful brown and white Urhan form, Alejandra loped onto the Tur at a steady pace. She figured that it would take some time before everyone arrived, but for her part, the Irraka was there not too long after the howl had gone out.
Dark, inquisitive eyes scrutinised the Uratha as she wondered why the important gathering had been called at so short notice. She could make assumptions, but in the end assumptions were like dust and she preferred to work on certainties.
Her head jerked up in a passing nod to the wolves that were already there, but she stood a couple of feet to the side as she awaited the arrival of The Seekers.
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