(PrP) The Cat's Meow

[Chris Laurent]

The shadows bring a comfort to Chris that before the Change he never knew he could feel. It feels like belonging, pure belonging. Luna is Luna but Chris has had his doubts about why he was born into the moonless night. A toothy wolf grin shows that there's more going on under the surface as Chris slinks through the shadows.

The hell is Odin going on about now though. That's not a song. Ugh, is this some of that shit people did in college. Shifting his focus away from the distraction Chris inhales deeply and lets the Wolf do its thing. Something has to be close by with this noise.

  2 successes to scent and stalk

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-03 10:14:16		Chris rolls 3 to Scenting for prey (Wits3+Sur2-2=3) (10 Again)		9, 5, 8		2 successes

[Hector]

Hector's head shoots up, lupine eyes wide at the sound. The sound of Odie. For a few precious moments the young wolf had him completely stumped. Realisation dawned and Hector - poor hunter that he was - huffed.

Odie was... crazy... but there was method in his madness and spontaneity.

Hector hoped to capitalise on it, chasing down the source of the scent.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-04 00:40:47		Hector to track rolls 2 to Wits + Stealth -2 penalty (10 Again)		10, 3, 10, 6		2 successes

The sinister chuckle made the Alpha growl. Time was pressing and there was that other spirit to contend with. The Cahalith did not particularly want to find out if the Bell Hop would be quite as pleasant a second time.

[Tristan Hardt]

The dance continues, and the grey wolf's ears turn away from the sound of Odie's man-speak. But the scent. The scent. Whatever the pup's angle is, it hasn't drawn the laughing spirit out. Not yet, anyway.

The Half-Moon inhales, slowly. This is what he does; negotiate. If the spirit isn't lured by a tasty rabbit ridiculous display, there are other angles.

<<We hear you! Show yourself! We mean no harm.>> he rumbles in the Spirit's tongue, as loudly as he can without his voice carrying a threat.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-03-05 16:53:12		Tristan Hardt rolls 7 to Manip 2 + Persuasion 3 + Spirit Envoy 2 (10 Again)		10, 6, 10, 4, 2, 6, 3, 6, 1		2 successes

... and exhales. If the voice that laughed at them isn't willing, Tristan-wolf will join the stalk. Yellow eyes glare at Odin's Hishu form for a moment again. Fool pup.

[Saber Sloth]

The pup dances and flails, yowls and calls and yet only manages to keep the focus of Bell-Hop, who by now is close enough to lively ask, <<May I take your bags?>> again. Bell atop its head ringing on its approach.

The ink stain of shadows cling to the fur of the Irraka and Alpha both, the muscled Rahu moves to follow them scent clinging to the insides of her nostrils, but Tristran-Wolf calls out!

His voice strong as it reverberates through the facsimile of the alley they've found themselves in.

A laughing voice both near and far call back,

<<No harm hmm? To me? To you? You'll see, I'll see. Come find me, with a bell. Then we'll see, yessiree! Then we'll see, yes indeed!>>

This laughing voice seems to come from the scent trail the more stealthily inclined wolves have already found...

[Chris Laurent]

Either Tristan is lying or these guys also do things in a way that doesn't involve beating the shit out of something... Maybe the old pack wasn't just making fun of the Talons back home. Doesn't matter right now though. The prey spoke and..wants to play a game? What? Chris looks to Hector and then Tristan. This has to make sense to someon...

Son of a bitch.

Where the hell is this kid from. His larger than life wolf head shakes side to side as Chris just gives up on trying to understand Odin for now. Instead focusing on following the spirit if it moves and watching for whatever was talking.

[Hector]

Hector pauses, mid stride. His ears prick and swivel as the Cahalith strains for any sign of their opponent. For it is an opponent now. An opponent in a game of wits.

Hector had not expected a spirit to have such a developed personality, thinking of them as little more than a bundle of instincts hunting and devouring in the Shadow Realm. His lack of understanding, gnaws at him.

And Odie...

Hector can only stare and open his mouth in complete surprise. It is a very human gesture for a wolves face and a lot of the nuance is simply lost in translation (or mistranslated altogether...)

<<Little Old One Eye>> Hector struggles with the Spirit Tongue in his wolves jaws. <<Little Old One Eye! Bring spirit over here! Bring Bell Hop over here! We hunt together!>>

Excited irritation had the old dog pawing at the ground in anticipation.

[Tristan Hardt]

A fucking bell? Tristan tries to wrap his head around it. The laughing voice is trying his patience. He sets after the others on the trail of the scent, trying to ponder what kind of spirit wants a bell. He steps in line with Alpha and the others... only to pause when his ears prick to the old tongue coming from Odin's mouth.

And he may be on to something. Hell, Tristan hadn't expected this from the pup. But violence against the laughing spirit likely isn't the way. His wolf-mouth almost wants to smile. Odin may have those Cunning brands for a reason.

<<Together. With Bell Hop.>> he agrees. If the strange spirit is the key to appeasing their quarry, who is the Elodoth to deny it?

[Saber Sloth]

Bell-Hop seems to brighten when Odie presents is 'bag'. The Spirit store it...somewhere. It's bell rings once again as it says, <<Follow me!>> before turning and drifting away from the rest of the pack and the alley with its ink dark shadows.

The Irraka stays within the shadows, who ever welcome him, caressing him.

To his trained senses, it dosen't seem as if the laughing voice moved.

The Alpha's voice rises up, Bell-Hop continues forward and away, not caring after a voice when it finally found a guest.

But what will the pack's pup do when faced with a command from his Alpha?

And what of the Elodoth, who agrees but to accomplish this he must contradict his Alpha...