A New Home

[Mike]

As the rag-tag bunch of beaten and battered wolves make it through the forest, heading towards the locus that will serve as their new den. Finally, the trees begin to thin, and before long a clearing opens.

The power that radiates is unmistakable, but the most unsettling thing to some of the older wolves might be the complete lack of spirit activity around the Locus. There's no telling how long that will last though, now that it's guardian is gone. It's up to the pack now to protect this sacred place, and make this simple clearing into their new home. The distant howls are a reminder of the danger that lurks outside the woods, and possible horrors that await them.

[Firebringer]

Firebringer pads into clearing, ears perked and nose to the ground. After a brief moment he looks back to the assembled wolves. <<We need to establish a perimeter; this is home for the foreseeable future. Assuming the locus isn't dry,>> significant assumption, although perhaps more likely with a single Azlu than might be expected from most spirits <<any essence goes first to Tony and me, then to anyone else who needs or can perform the rite of healing, and finally, if any remains, to anyone who has exhausted their own store.>>

[Jeremiah Daniels]

Watching a new wolf go into the trees alone Jeremiah looks at the other wolves. <<Two others follow him and watch each other.>>

<<Anyone not good with stealth watch around. These Rites will take some time, again.>> That Tony is the one to perform the ritual for Firebringer bothers Jeremiah but he suppresses anything more. Tony probably has more reserves. The Crescent shakes his big head at the fact that two of the three wolves that can heal serious injury are dry or almost dry.

[Princess]

<<Someone sly, with me>> barks Elaine, and moves to keep an eye on the lone cub who had immediately decided to wander off into the woods. She had no intention of scouting very far from the impromptu pack, but Jeremiah's suggestion seemed obvious enough.

And it would be a waste if something ate the new guy and nobody saw it happen. She may as well be sure some use came of suicidal scouts.

[Matamune]

Daniel pads over to Firebringer and bows his head, before heading away from the group. Staying so long in Urshul and doing battle has taken it's toll: by now the thoughts are dimmed and the instincts are sharp.

Mark territory. Anything comes: warn the others. Big - run. Can handle - kill.

The images of a hunt flash through the huge wolf's mind as he starts to circle the clearing some 150 yards from the group.

[Key]

ooc

I’m just gonna assume that Samantha’s last post in the other thread was followed.

Samantha came with the mostly immobile Mountain man lashed to the large redwolf that she was. She did not belong to the Red Wolf, but she bore the trickster’s colors. One way or another, she was a wolf doused in fur the color of dried blood.

She heard the few barked commands move between the pack. She knelt and ripped at the lashings with teeth and claws until the bonds of man were free from her back once more. Even if it did leave the Azlu-bite victim a little haphazard on the ground.

At least he was safe, and she was no den-mother.

Why let the pack expose their underbelly to the spirit world, there was still enough guarding and protecting to be done; bleeding members of the pack.

«What’s the name of the newb?» she asked the gathering at large, she had heard no name from him.

Odd how barely a few hours can make one group more a Pack than anything else, and already there was differences drawn between “new” and “old”, even more so than there had been previously.

[DrDog]

Jim, in fairly tattered clothing that demonstrates a lack of caring about his own nudity in Dalu form, helps keep Aeneas well situated on their improvised carrying rig, as opposable thumbs once again prove their worth. He helps untie and remove the rig from Samantha's back.
<<Thanks for your help Samantha, Steel.>>

He keeps his gun in hand as he goes to stand guard over the rite. "I can keep watch." He opens the cylinder and counts his bullets. Damn, 4 already gone. I really need to learn that rite. He closes the gun back up, and lines up his last two bullets appropriately to give any intruders a nasty surprise.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas twitches. He tries to rise but finds his bones are made of water; all he succeeds in doing is a slow, painful, thrashing. Grunting, he lies still. It seems easier that way.

I'm assuming the poisoned Irraka would have been laid out somewhere by now