On Wings of Winter

[Hector]

Hector is in the process of moving - or rather, he is going through the motions of being a homeless fellow on the move. It is hard to be 'homeless' when one's definition of 'home' is the fullest extent of the pack's territory, be under open sky or in a building.

As part of his 'disguise' the Cahalith has a large canvas bag stuffed with clothes and small wheeled suitcase packed with more clothes and improvised bedding he rarely used. Considering the size of the camp he once claimed beneath an underpass near the city's core, this is quite a come down. But Hector has long moved beyond the need or want for material possessions - at least as the Herd understood it.

Hector is at the Tur, dragging his suitcase and his bag behind him. The Alpha intends to sleep this night at the Tur and maybe meditate on Father Wolf's lessons in the morning.

For once the miasma that follows him is... tolerable... by human standards.

[Brigit]

Brigit spoke often of her role among the Izidakh. When she was Anshega she hunted, as well as patrolled. Tonight, it seemed, this latter habit was proving difficult to shake.

The Redeemed slipped her way through the Tur, weaving through the trainyard with a practiced precision, sticking to the shadows of the train cars and other structures as she moves along her stealthy route.

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-01-24 02:19:58		Brigit rolls 5 to Sneaky Patrol (Dex+Stealth) (10 Again)		5, 6, 9, 8, 10, 3		3 successes

That is when she came upon them. A stranger and her Alpha.

This plain figure spoke with some subterfuge, but his meaning was clear enough. Thus, Brigit decided to make it known that Hector was not alone, approaching into full view from the shadows as the man concluded his greeting. She would situate herself to the Alpha's right, well within his periphery.

A hard stare from dark eyes locked unto the man for several seconds before, eventually, panning over with a more inquisitive expression to Hector himself.

The Alpha would define how this would go and Brigit would do what she could to abide. Until he spoke though, the Blood Talon would say nothing.

[Hector]

Hector grins when the newcomer approaches; the Alpha's first thought being this was one of the Herd who had stumbled upon Tur by accident. The double speak and the sniffing suggested something else, so Hector responded in kind. And when he caught the underlying whiff of wolf his smile grew even bigger.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-01-24 21:50:35		Hector to recognise a new wolf rolls 6 to Wits + PU - 2 (10 Again, WillPower)		10, 10, 1, 6, 2, 3, 2, 6		2 successes

"Not stirring things up is a good thing, especially around here," Hector replied calmly.

A flash: his eyes narrowed and snapped to Brigit when she made her appearance. They rolled back onto Allen Brackett as the Alpha smiled even more confidently.

"Whats your name, anyway? This is neutral ground so you can rest a while if want. I'm Hector. Brigit has made herself known to you. You see yourself sticking around, friend?"

@Kelreth I ended up with two roll results, don't know why. I've used the first one.

[Brigit]

Brigit turns her attention back to Allen as Hector speaks. She raises an eyebrow at the offered hand, but takes it anyway. The shake is firm, but brief.

"Brigit, formerly of the Izidakh and redeemed. Now of the Suthar Anzuth," she says. At once it spoke of her past and her own use to the pack. It was enough.

Then a shake of her head and a smirk.

"Nah, there are more," she answers. The Bells likely used to be two, but the numbers had already grown by the time Brigit came more. If Hector wanted to add more specifics, that was up to him.

[Hector]

Hector takes Allen's proffered hand with a certain air of bemusement. The smell - and his general appearance - usually kept the people (and the People, it must be said) at a respectful distance. The newcomer listed their tribe and auspice as well, which rceived a respectful nod from the Cahalith.

"Hector. Iron Master, a Cahalith moon singer. Alpha of the Clarion Call, sometimes known as the Nameless Pack of Sacramento. Back when we didn't need a name. When we were just People. As Brigit says, there are others: we wax and wane with the moon; its the way of our Totem. You'll meet the others in due time I am sure. We are the only People in the city. Anyone else is... probably Pure and on the hunt."

The Alpha grinned again with controlled ferocity.

"So consider yourself conscripted. If you plan on staying."

[Brigit]

Both brows raise this time as the newcomer exclaims his interest in her.

"The kid might like this one," Brigit said, her words aimed at Hector. Nathaniel was a big intellectual too. He too wanted to learn about the Anshega, but something told Brigit that after she told her story part of Nathaniel probably wished he had never asked.

Thus, at the request to speak, Brigit simply shrugs.

"I don't hide my past to the Urdaga. I ain't got an Auspice so I owe our family my story to explain my place," Brigit says plainly, "If Hector accepts you, we can speak later."

At the questions of the Pure, Brigit pondered not answering at all and leaving it for Hector to answer, but eventually settled to grant the man a morsel.

"I've encountered two packs with the Call myself. One was Fire-Touched, but we haven't seen them since chasing them off. Their totem's still around though I reckon, so they'll probably be back," she explained, "The others I encountered with two packmates. They were well groomed. Suits. Too groomed to be Predator Kings and not zealous enough to be among my former kin. That leaves the Ivory Claws."

Throughout it all, Brigit had not mentioned the others in the pack by name. This man knew her's and Hector's, but she wasn't going to put theirs out there until Allen here was brought into the fold more directly.