With the benefit of Mateo's pathfinding the Sworn are pulled across into the Hisil. <<This way.>> Without further pause or delay Scavenger Who Never Tires begins moving through the Spiritscape, apparently leading the Sworn to the site of the attack.
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With the benefit of Mateo's pathfinding the Sworn are pulled across into the Hisil. <<This way.>> Without further pause or delay Scavenger Who Never Tires begins moving through the Spiritscape, apparently leading the Sworn to the site of the attack.
Gwen looks around at the hisil, seeing it slowly restored to what it's supposed to be. It felt... nice. Nicer than it had felt in a long, long time. But of course, with the natural spirit world, came the spirits that needed culling and talking-tos.
Shifting into Urshul, she starts to follow Scavenger, hoping Jeremiah will be able to get into a suitable shape so close to his First Change. Even as she trots off, she throws frequent looks behind, to make sure the others are following.
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As he crosses over, Mateo almost laughs as Jeremiah mutters "shit" upon seeing the hisil. "Told you."
"Alright, I want a Wedge people, Last Laugh and Sam up in front, 100 meters. Last, you're with me and J."
Mateo growls slightly, letting the wolf out just a little and he drops to all fours, shifting into the Urshul form, sleek black coat covering his bulging muscles. <<Let the wolf take the wheel, let your heart feel it. It will come.>> He says to Jeremiah, hoping the pup would understand.
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An eyebrow pops up when Mateo shifts and then talks to Jeremiah in growls and jibberish. Jeremiah shrugs and drops into Urhan not knowing it was what Mateo was telling him to do. This form feels safer and faster and faster feels like a good thing.
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Last Laugh nods to Mateo as they join the Omega and tries to shift without success.
"Man, I'm out of practice," he sighs before focusing Essence through his limbs to shift into Urshul, by far his favoured form.
<<Much better,>> he growls before turning to Sam. <<Come on, bitch, get those legs a-moving.>> Last Laugh then chuckles and jogs off to take point.
Gwen falls in close to Mateo, eyeing around the hisil. <Stay close,> She 'wolf-speaks' to Jeremiah. The two ahead of the pack get a short bark of <Be careful out there,> or at least as close as a bark can deliver to a warning.
They've encountered too few spirits. This place might be our domain, but we share it with others. It isn't a place for carefree running and fooling around. Let's just hope they learn that lesson as quick as the rest. She trusts they will, hopes they will.
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The jaunt through the Hisil is only partially familiar to the werewolves. The landscape in the spirit world remained the same as it had, at first glance the place was identical. But they could all feel the undercurrent of spiritual life flowing through the place that had been absent for long months. It could support spirits now. And they could in fact see a few spirits scattered throughout the reflection of their territory. The population of them is still rather sparse though, time obviously needed for repopulation. And none of them get in the way of the obviously determined pack of werewolves.
Scavenger Who Never Tires leads them to the site of the attack without incident. Gwen, Mateo, and Vincent are even able to recognize it as the very dumpster where they'd initially met their totem. Apparently one of the things he didn't tire of was staying in the same location.
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Last Laugh looks around the dumpster and sniffs here and there, looking for nothing in particular. He then settles down to wait for the others.
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Mateo stalks up, looking the place over, sniffing around for anything. He keeps his eyes open for the magath, he wanted to talk first, kill later if it was possible. He looks at Gwen and Vincent, his urshul mouth turning almost to a grin at the reminder of the place, and when they had first claimed their totem.
Gwen stalks around the dumpster, making a slow circuit of the area. <<What kind of magath, Scavenger?>> she asks the totem respectfully. This is business to her. The hisil was back the way it should be. Which meant every normal threat ever was now a valid worry.
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