Noisy Bells

[Nathaniel Dormur]

So noisy.

Did their totem delight in that noise? Did seeing their fun little family dynamic bring some sense of pleasure, reaffirm it's view of itself as Necessary for their survival? Shit, if things had gone a bit differently Nathaniel might have agreed.

But, people were backing down. Which was good. A bit of a wallop was needed, but that's what the Rahu were all about right? Well, that and being crusading berserkers. Speaking of-

"Pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the family. If I have to talk another member of this pack out of Kuruth, I'm going to wallop them upside the head with the Mercy Gem I make afterwards." Less a threat and more the tone of an exasperated and annoyed crescent. They had enough to deal with, unplanned brawls in front of their totem aside.

Though, expressing that he had the power to perform as powerful a rite as the Fetish Rite could give an estimate as to his potential to actually be a threat. Such was his strength as a crescent.

[Brigit]

Brigit said nothing, but Nikolai's demeanor had exactly placed a good impression.

However, as Allen and Bleeds Well could attest to, Brigit tended to be pretty standoffish and more than a little bitchy when it came to new Uratha in the Pack. Well... at least when she was a part of it. Her silence and stillness has endured largely because, despite Guile's summons, Brigit is an exile. Had she been a part of the pack, she would have gladly put this new Storm 'Lord' in his place. However, in her current position she can't defend the pack's rep. Not without spreading false rumor that the Call was forgiving of those who broke the Oath.

No one in the Clarion Call were as stained as this once-Izidakh. No one.

The fight done, Brigit grants Emily a slight smile as she tries to get some order back into the meeting. Not that she had disagreed with Bleeds Well's approach, but Emily's methods were respectable as well. She was a good beta, even if she didn't know it.

Nathaniel's words to Nikolai are not reciprocated by the quiet Talon. The Iminir is not greeted by Brigit with more than a passing glance before the Suthar Anzuth's gaze moves to rest firmly on Necessary Guile.

[Kelreth]

The cat spirit had nodded once to Bleeds Well as the Rahu left an offering at the tree then recited part of its Oath to Luna.

<<My name may work with some of my kind. They will know that you are part of mine at least.>> Guile responds to Nathaniel as the Rahu paced towards the new Irraka. As the first blow landed then a fight started the Totem wraps its tail around its feet. Eyes narrowing as it watches the rest of the pack move in response.

Whiskeys flicker before Necessary Guile frowns in the opposite of the Cheshire cat's grin. Despite its form it is clearly not a real cat.

<<Such strife.>> Is muttered as Bleeds Well apologies and then Guile's head tilts to the side as the Blue haired Crescent says something.

<<I must apologize. I had forgotten how... contested your kind can be. I had planned to bring the children of Luna and the Wolf together. There are threats in both of our worlds.>> A slight tilt of its head and Necessary Guile looks intently at Hector then gives a small nod. <<How, I leave to your judgement.>>

<<Though the Anshega are unknowingly reclaiming their lost lands and the courts are starting to pay attention to your actions.>> A tilt of its head towards Nathaniel before Necessary Guile looks over the gathered wolves and presumably whole pack.

[Nikolai Wojcik]

"Then we will track their hunts and rout them from the inside out. Spring from beneath their places of rest and cut them at the heel."

The Spirit talked of strife in not one, but two worlds. The Forsaken, the Pure, and other such counterweights held their stake in the Hisil. As such the landscape--and the spirits within it--reacts in kind to the push and pull of clans, tribes, and nations. He saw it in the desert. His aunt saw it in the cold wastes.

And he had no doubts that he would find war again.

This was not met with glee. He wasn't some bloodthirsty Rahu. Necessary Guile would see resolve in his eyes. Maybe more, given its nature.

"Where do we begin?"

[Bleeds Well]

He listens to the their totem. The clever spirit's news gave new perspective to things he's observed. He nods to N.G. when he the spirit apologizes. That kind of concession is a lot from a cat, perhaps the greatest affirmation that the pack were truly chosen by them.

Then the Storm Lords open their mouths...

Bleeds Well closes his eyes for a moment, remembering the feeling of Nicolai's lips splitting on his knuckles, of feeling the man squirm desperately to escape his grasp. It brings a smile to his face and makes the omegas declerations much easier to stomach. Better a Storm Lord that's busy running its mouth than one that's using its mind.

<<How about the pups shut the fuck up and listen to Necessary Guile and Alpha. Perhaps you'll learn something. After he speaks, or if he asks, you can share what you offer.>> He speaks only in the First Tongue, because to speak English any further in front of their totem would begin approaching being insulting. Necessary Guile was apart of this conversation too. They had summoned the pack after all.

It only took one dressing down before Bleeds Well learned his place. He kept his mouth shut and earned his position in the pack through a demonstration of prowess and skill. So far all Allen's done is talk...

That's it...

And not even the speech of the wise that the Elodoth are known for.

They hunted a spirit, and Alpha had offered the hunt, but instead of assisting in that, the guy had asked the offending spirit to help them attack some coyote spirits that were just hanging out, minding their own business. Like not even remotely the likely preferred prey of a Traffic Light or really anyone in the Object Choir. Bro, you ain't cunning.

Bleeds Well speaks, and he waits, hoping against hope the new packmates take their opportunity to watch and learn from the old, wiser, more experienced Uratha. But fully expecting them to not show a single iota of common sense.

[Emily Makerith]

Nate gets a snigger. It was nice to see him emerge from the bushes, but the idea of him walloping anyone with anything was priceless.

Emily inclines her head to the Totem. <<"'s fine. We respect your judgement, Necessary Guile. Just... tell us if you're bringing in outside help, yeah? We're all a little tetchy.">>

We'll do this. We'll do that. Oh we will, will we? And I would love to know who these spies are. Fucking Storm Lords, man.

Emily sighs, folds her arms, and waits for Hector's thoughts.

[Nathaniel Dormur]

"<<and the courts are starting to pay attention to your actions.>>" The way it looked at Nathaniel then... Was it because of the Fetish around his neck? Or perhaps the spirit he'd awoken? The Renown he bore?... Or was the crescent looking too much into things? When Allen asked for clarification, Nathaniel couldn't help but bite his lip. Oh you know. Just awoke a powerful nature spirit once while searching for Ley Lines. Still, it had proven a useful teacher. Perhaps with more work it might do more?

At least the Totem was willing to have it's name used. That was a boon. <<Many Thanks.>> A slight nod to the totem. "I'd probably be of most use rallying the cat spirits, then. The city is bound to have countless of them- they would make a useful ally." Even if they were weaker gafflings, there was strength in their numbers, their eyes. He imagined it wouldn't take but a few weeks of scouting and talking and... Catnip. Lots of catnip. "As for reconnaissance-" He nodded to Allen "we enlisted a spirit to keep tabs on the pure, once. The same process could do just as well." It was effective. Even with their growing numbers, the city felt impossibly huge.

The pack looked a bit of a mess. Nathaniel just tried to block out the louder voices- maybe they should do something to bond? Performing a rite together, or such. And like everyone else Nathaniel waited for the Alpha to speak. He'd given his view on things, and where he thought he'd be most effective.

[Brigit]

Brigit remained on the periphery. She smirked as Bleeds Well lay down the law, but did little else.

Her attention remained on Necessary Guile. However, as others began to have there own discussions, she'd shoot them a glare. Their totem was communicating with them. Talk of reconnaissance could wait and too many voices were speaking.

Brigit will remain on the periphery and leave once the scene is done, but I don't have much to offer at the moment. Do not wait for me! If Brigit is being targeted in a response or otherwise engaged with please tag me.

[Matt Joule]

Matt restrains his impulse to violent enforcement of the Alpha's authority; no one needs to do that for the Alpha, or else there is no Alpha. Matt waits, seething but unmoved, for his Alpha to respond to the spirit's teasing hints and clues, to spin into a story in progress, and a plot of action for the Pack to hunt!