1512 Flames against the Dark

[Kelreth]

Traveling to the dog park by sidewalks and roads will take you past many many Christmas lights. Some houses have few, a small minority have elevated their lights to an art. A glowing, flashing, pulsing, musically driven work of "art". Combined with Mother Luna hanging Gibbous overhead and the night is not dark. The park itself is empty of dogs and their humans, only the brisk window and errant leaves.

As has become custom new Uratha to town find their way to Tur, guided by bird spirits that do nothing more than guide the Wolf before leaving to wherever they came from.

Tur is open once more. This is social and player driven, have fun folks.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas swings by the park: a lone walker finding solace in the silence of the gloomy expanse and the purity of the darkness. Beyond the park, light pollution consumed the gloom and transformed it into a bland dark blue hue. Stopping once he was all but completely lost in the darkness, Aeneas sighed and sucked in a deep draught of cool air. Hands thrust deep into his pockets.

Normally, the Irraka would have sought the trees but this night was a time to be seen. After a long pause - and a good deal of private muttering - he wandered over to a forlorn bench. Sitting down, he prepared to wait.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas' posture shifted noticeably as his head swivelled to the sound. A giggling cackle escaped his rubbery lips and a vulpine smile crossed his face.

"Bridger sir! Ah see ye!"

As the Rahu drew near, the Irraka continued more quietly: "What you been hunting?" The words lacked the punch of First Tongue but at least he could make the translation. Aeneas never fully understood what he said in First Tongue.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas turned his head a bare moment after his Rahu friend. The Irraka was like that, running on instinct as he did.

"Yeah. This here heart of our hunting grounds," he said in a more sombre voice than usual.

The Irraka's eyes narrowed. Nostril's flared as he... sniffed... loudly. Taking the scent.

"Ahs called Aeneas," he added carefully after a pause.

[Aeneas]

"Haw! We's had our fill o' fights. This here peaceful night... Well, its something we's all won the raight to, by my way o' thinking."

Aeneas responded sombrely.

"The battle ain't done yet ah says. But... they's away across the river where they s'posed to be. Heh we's had to send 'em back after they swarmed south. Dark times. None of the old packs remain. Jus' us... An' a few others."

Scratching an itch, Aeneas continued to stare.

"Ye taken the Oath?"