Hector laughs quietly, catching the Tequila and drinking it quickly. He does not interject when Bleeds Well and the then Tiny speak, prefeering that the conversation flow around them all, rather than keep coming back to him. Some Alpha's liked that sort of dominance - not this one.
"Yeah. Its never dull around here, thats for sure."
"Well... I'm no expert. My knowledge is limited to our legends, mostly. The Magath was... It was a spirit of railway lines and big machines. Fear. Lots of fear. I think it might have been some sort of locomotive spirit that absorbed too much fear and started acting out in the Hisil near the rail yards. Fear from other spirits fed it, I guess. And those rail yards were old and ugly back then - that whole part of the city looked like an ugly mess at the time..."
He shrugged.
"The Oath? That portion? Never thought about it much. We've always taken it as an injunction to hunt as a pack. Hunting a spirit... Or just looking for something to hunt... Thats like a pack right now I guess. We started doing it in the earliest days of the pack and still gather to perform it when we get a break. Or when one of us has found something worth hunting... You know, slip the skin, cross the Gauntlet, hunt as one pack. The ways wolves do. The way our ancestor's did, I guess."