Story time!
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shelbyrouIt is currently 13:19 Pacific Time on Fri Feb 10 2012.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
The Scarred Forest (North of I-90)
The forest is thinner here than it is south of the highway, though it is still difficult to see for very far. Signs of human habitation break the stretch of woods every few miles; roads, paths, farms, and the occasional out-of-the-way home remind you that civilization is encroaching, though in this area, the battle is not yet decided. Hardwoods mix with towering firs and smaller trees, still concealing some of nature's hidden places from the nearby humans. Streams and small pools are scattered throughout the forest, some large enough to swim in, some small enough to freeze solid for most of the winter.
Fresh stumps dot the woods, and almost all of the trees still standing are disease-scarred around the bases of the trunk, some only superficially marked, some deeply wounded; not a few are dead.
Once hauntingly quiet and sparsely populated with wildlife, these woods have fully come alive again. The scents and sounds and glimpses of animals, birds, insects are now as rich here, among the scarred trees, as they are anywhere.
This region stretches almost 50 miles north from I-90 into the Sun Lakes area, where the disease that scarred the trees appears to have been at its worst.
Obvious exits:
Tiny Cabin Great Oak Grove 23 Hawk's End Southeast Interstate 90 Grotto South
~Very well. This is the story of a Shadow Lord Theurge, named Radinka, or Voidwalker,~ Whisper tells Breaks, the Galliard settling into a comfortable position, her tone that of a storyteller, even if quieter than most. ~And how she earned her name and Fostern rank.~
Tongue lolls out to the side, and Breaks-the-Circle settles a little further to listen. Listening is something he can do while resting, and indeed, paying attention to the story seems to have quieted the cliath from even the fidgeting of before.
A large wolf of indeterminate breeding, well-muscled and fit. Thick fur runs in mottled greys and browns along her sides and face, and off-white along the chin and belly, while her tail is long and proudly plumed, tipped in black. She looks to be in good health, yellow eyes bright and intelligent, nose wet and ears perked.
Bright Eyes emerges from the undergrowth closer to the heart of Equinox territory, her breath puffing and ears twitching as though bothered by flies. She settles regally - no flopping here - a short distance from the others where she can easily see them (and hear the story) but she isn't easily available for conversation. There might be, perhaps, the briefest flash of fang as she eyes the Shadow Lord, but she bends to groom a forepaw.
There is a brief huff of greeting towards Bright Eyes, but Whisper does not interrupt her storytelling beyond this courtesy to her hostess. ~Radinka had a dream, a vision or prophecy, that the Garou nation had lost something precious, and it needed to be found with speed. She was set the unravelling and saving of the lost thing as her challenge for Fostern,~ Whisper continues. ~Radinka was a wise theurge, and knew that while she could spend an age searching all the places for this thing, there was somewhere she could go that she knew it would end up - the Abyss.~
Breaks-the-Circle too extends a greeting to the Silver Fang, though his greeting comes with a brief splaying of ears, tail tucking closer to his legs as he lays there. He listens with true interest, eyes partially slitted closed to the briefest showing of yellow.
Bright Eyes flicks an ear toward the Galliard, very noblesse oblige, please do continue. Of the Ahroun's submission she makes no sign.
~I will not tell all the tales of what Radinka faced on the way to the Abyss, for that in and of itself wold take far longer than we have now. But, she arrived on the edge of the great chasm, and began to scour the banks for some sign of the mysterious lost thing she sought. Presently, she saw in the distance dragons circling over some treasure, a pair of them. Now as you know, most dragons are of the wyrm, and even the bravest Garou warrior could not hope to fell one alone, let alone two.~
Yes, Breaks-the-Circle agrees. The mention of dragons does get the black-furred wolf's tail to twitch out behind him several times.
Bright Eyes looks up at mention of dragons, lips coming off her teeth. Wyrm.
At an angle from the Silver Fang's arrival and some minutes later, the Ragabash cub appears, jacket zipped to his chin against the cold. In spite of that he still shivers slightly. He's quiet in his arrival and stops a good distance from the already present three, hands within the pockets of his jacket and a very unassuming expression to his face. Save for a look to the already present Garou, he keeps his own gaze groundward.
~Yes, of the Wyrm,~ Whisper agrees with Bright Eyes, continuing with her tale. ~Radinka knew she would need to be cunning rather than bold. She approached their nest under the cover of darkness and saw inside a large egg, wrapped in layers of shrouded shadow. Stealing some shadow for herself, she snuck into the nest when one of the dragons was away hunting, and styled herself a minion of the Wyrm come to serve them and tend to their treasure. Stood so close to the egg, the dragon remaining could not hurt her directly without damaging it, and as she seemed so very devoted to it, they chose to believe her... for a time.~
Tail twitches out behind the Ahroun some more, though there is a small huff of greeting for the cub, and what seems to be an indication that the cub should sit. Clever, Breaks-the-Circle adds.
One of Bright Eyes's ears twists to follow Ky's arrival, though she doesn't turn to look at him until he stops. Shift, she not-quite-suggests. Come here. Here is further indicated by a foreleg slapped against the damp ground at her side. Listen.
~The dragons grew lazy in their charge, and ordered Radinka to do many of the things they should do, tending to the egg and hunting food. Radinka was obedient in her role, and at length her time came. Both dragons left the nest to enjoy an evening flight, and the Shadow Lord was left alone with the egg..~ Whisper murmurs, pausing a moment to let her listeners imagine what might come next.
Ky begins to sit, until the suggestion is interrupted by the Silver Fang, action changed to comply to her direction instead. Into lupus with the cub, whose tail nearly tucks under and ears twist back when he approaches Bright Eyes. He almost crawls, sidling into the indicated place beside the elder ragabash as an attentive eye is turned toward the Galliard.
Breaks-the-Circle pauses in the middle of grooming a forepaw as the Galliard speaks, looking at Whisper. There is still a splay to the Ahroun's ears, mindful of the presence of Bright Eyes, but his attention is very definitely on the Whisper, and her story.
She took it, the Fang declares before gifting the cub with approval. This coat is warm. She studies him for a long moment, then inches closer to share body heat.
~Almost,~ Whisper acknowledges Bright Eyes' comment. ~She cracked the egg open at the bottom and took out the contents. Inside, rather than the unhatched young of some giant bird or lizard, was a Garou woman's body, comatose and heavy with child. Carrying the woman, she fled the nest with the shadow shroud still covering the bottom half of the egg so that the dragons wouldn't notice right away. But, carrying an adult woman and both stiff and starved from her service, Radinka could not survive the trip out of the Abyss right away. So, she hid.~
The cub crouches to keep himself lower than the Silver Fang, even as he creeps closer into the shared warmth. His head tips up briefly to nose and snuff pup-like at Bright Eyes, tail brushing against the ground.
There is subtle wariness that creeps into the older Shadow Lord's posture, and a very /careful/ part of his gaze that rests on the Silver Fang, but Breaks-the-Circle remains attentive on the story. Tail stops twitching and tucks more tightly to his body, as well.
Clever, Bright Eyes says, either of the cub or Radinka, or possibly both.
~The Theurge hid, taking shelter with a spirit of Thunder's brood. A spirit of pain, uncorrupted but under constant pressure to turn, hiding here on the edge of the abyss,~ the Galliard continues quietly. ~She made a deal; the spirit of pain should show the comatose Garou woman the natural pains of childbirth, and in doing so be blessed and cleansed of all taint. But, the spirit could not do so and defend itself - so Radinka, exhausted and starved, set to fending off all intrusions into the spirit's den.~
Ky angles an ear slightly toward the Ahroun, then lays it back again. He pushes his forepaws forward, lightly against the ground, until he's resting on his belly. His head follows next, lowering to rest on his forelegs, and he lets out a slow breath.
Breaks-the-Circle turns to face the Galliard a little more, stretching out as much as he can, ears perked now as he listens.
Bright Eyes returns her attention to the story, head lifted and ears perked. There is, it must be said, an almost proprietary air about her in regards to the cub.
~The child was born premature, but strong and angry. The mother's dying breath as the child screamed defiance to the world was enough to bless and protect the spirit that helped her carry out her final duty. Radinka took the child with her back through the many traps and dangers the deep Umbra holds until she reached an anchorhead, and from the shallow reflection then back to this world with her prize.~ Whisper murmurs softly. ~And so, Radinka brought back to the Garou Nation a sacred thing it had lost - not the child, though that in itself was a great thing, but hope, snatched from the jaws of dragons and the edge of the abyss.~
Ky's ears lift briefly again, turning toward the story teller as he watches her. As the story draws to an end, his ears splay.
Breaks-the-Circle chuffs quietly at the ending, and then moves--slowly and mindful of his injuries--to nudge the Uktena's forepaw again in thanks for the story. Hope is a good thing, the Ahroun observes. A necessary thing.
Bright Eyes's tail thumps upon the ground, once, twice. ~A good story,~ she agrees. ~I would also like to know why you are called Tiny-Needle-Spears-the-Heart, but if it is a long story, now may not be a good time.~ She sends another look toward the cub and whuffles at him, filling her nostrils with his scent.
The metis sits upright, tilting her head at Bright Eyes for a moment. ~The tale does not take long to tell,~ she replies slowly. ~I will tell it, if you wish.~ She leans down to lick at her paws for a long moment, settling herself back into the storytelling mindset.
Ky's head comes up just a little, eyes lifting to look at the Fang. His tail brushes against the ground again, and a second later his head returns to resting on his forelegs.
Breaks-the-Circle does not seem to mind, though he pushes himself to his feet to walk a slow circle at the edges of the clearing, stretching his legs. There is still a noticeable limp and favouring of one forepaw, and the Shadow Lord's attention is still on the stories being told.
Bright Eyes requests this, yes. Her tongue lolls at the cub for a moment before she crosses her forelegs, one atop the other.
~I was raised in a Sept composed mostly of Uktena and Fianna,~ Whisper begins, giving a little history. ~My den mother and teacher was an Uktena Metis like myself, but the master of challenges who set my Rite of Passage was inclined to use my deformity against me,~ she continues, then explains, ~My voice, it is always this quiet. I cannot sing, nor howl loudly. So, he set for me the challenge of a performance of one of the great sagas of how the Sept of the Fire Stone was founded.~
Ky's gaze follows the Ahroun for a moment, watching his movements. But after that moment, his focus returns to the Galliard, attentive once again.
Breaks-the-Circle is careful as he walks, completing a whole circuit around, before settling down again, this time sitting upright on his haunches as he listens to Whisper.
A white ear skews momentary bemusement, though the Fang does not interrupt the story. Nor does she seem to attend to either Shadow Lord, all her attention on the Uktena.
The Galliard continues, ~So, I set to work using the talents I did have. One of the things I practiced as a cub before my Firsting is writing, in both English and the Mother Tongue. I have a steady and even hand, and I chose to use this aspect of my auspice - the writer of wisdom and lore - to fulfil my quest. To cut a long story short, I engraved glyph by glyph the story of our Sept onto the shed skin of a snake, one glyph per tiny scale using small needles, and presented it to one of our ranking Galliards during a moot. He was honourbound to read it aloud and seemed deeply touched by the telling of the tale, and so completed the spirit of my challenge.~
The cub, though he keeps himself small and unobtrusive, decides that's an amazing feat and he seems properly impressed. Not a second after he glances up at the elder Ragabash, as though thinking to ask in afterthought if voicing his thoughts were permissible.
Breaks-the-Circle turns a very, very steady gaze on Bright Eyes, though also watching the cub. But the intensity in the wolf's expression is almost certainly for the Silver Fang, as if there is a right and a wrong answer.
~Very clever,~ Bright Eyes agrees of the metis' story. She, at least, does not take offense at the cub sharing his opinion, but turns cool eyes back on the Ahroun, ears pricked and hackles just beginning to lift.
~Thank you for the use of your territory, Bright Eye Sees to the Heart of the Ambush-yuf,~ Whisper addresses the Silver Fang directly now, her tone respectful but not submissive. ~I may visit again if it is permitted. The elder of his tribe..~ she nods to Ky, ~..has confirmed that I should teach their cubs as they have no Galliards of their own. He needs to learn the lore of his people - our people.~
Ky follows Bright Eyes' look to Breaks-the-Circle, head again lowering to his forelegs. His eyes tick back to the Silver Fang, then go to the Uktena with a small brushing of his tail through the old leaf litter.
Breaks-the-Circle stares at Bright Eyes for a good moment longer, before his attention goes to Whisper. Yes, the Ahroun indicates. That is good. A moment longer, and then Breaks-the-Circle takes two steps, placing himself at the edge of the Silver Fang's space as his ears splay, laying and rolling onto his back, belly and throat both bared to her, tail tucked to the side.
Bright Eyes waits until the Ahroun looks away before answering Whisper. ~You are a good storyteller. You may return, for the cub's sake - only remember to announce your presence. He has many visitors.~ None of it is a rebuke, but delivered in a tone of reserved politeness. As for Breaks-the-Circle, she rises to stand for a moment over him. Remember this. And she's off, trotting swiftly into the further reaches of the woods.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
The Scarred Forest (North of I-90)
The forest is thinner here than it is south of the highway, though it is still difficult to see for very far. Signs of human habitation break the stretch of woods every few miles; roads, paths, farms, and the occasional out-of-the-way home remind you that civilization is encroaching, though in this area, the battle is not yet decided. Hardwoods mix with towering firs and smaller trees, still concealing some of nature's hidden places from the nearby humans. Streams and small pools are scattered throughout the forest, some large enough to swim in, some small enough to freeze solid for most of the winter.
Fresh stumps dot the woods, and almost all of the trees still standing are disease-scarred around the bases of the trunk, some only superficially marked, some deeply wounded; not a few are dead.
Once hauntingly quiet and sparsely populated with wildlife, these woods have fully come alive again. The scents and sounds and glimpses of animals, birds, insects are now as rich here, among the scarred trees, as they are anywhere.
This region stretches almost 50 miles north from I-90 into the Sun Lakes area, where the disease that scarred the trees appears to have been at its worst.
Obvious exits:
Tiny Cabin Great Oak Grove 23 Hawk's End Southeast Interstate 90 Grotto South
~Very well. This is the story of a Shadow Lord Theurge, named Radinka, or Voidwalker,~ Whisper tells Breaks, the Galliard settling into a comfortable position, her tone that of a storyteller, even if quieter than most. ~And how she earned her name and Fostern rank.~
Tongue lolls out to the side, and Breaks-the-Circle settles a little further to listen. Listening is something he can do while resting, and indeed, paying attention to the story seems to have quieted the cliath from even the fidgeting of before.
A large wolf of indeterminate breeding, well-muscled and fit. Thick fur runs in mottled greys and browns along her sides and face, and off-white along the chin and belly, while her tail is long and proudly plumed, tipped in black. She looks to be in good health, yellow eyes bright and intelligent, nose wet and ears perked.
Bright Eyes emerges from the undergrowth closer to the heart of Equinox territory, her breath puffing and ears twitching as though bothered by flies. She settles regally - no flopping here - a short distance from the others where she can easily see them (and hear the story) but she isn't easily available for conversation. There might be, perhaps, the briefest flash of fang as she eyes the Shadow Lord, but she bends to groom a forepaw.
There is a brief huff of greeting towards Bright Eyes, but Whisper does not interrupt her storytelling beyond this courtesy to her hostess. ~Radinka had a dream, a vision or prophecy, that the Garou nation had lost something precious, and it needed to be found with speed. She was set the unravelling and saving of the lost thing as her challenge for Fostern,~ Whisper continues. ~Radinka was a wise theurge, and knew that while she could spend an age searching all the places for this thing, there was somewhere she could go that she knew it would end up - the Abyss.~
Breaks-the-Circle too extends a greeting to the Silver Fang, though his greeting comes with a brief splaying of ears, tail tucking closer to his legs as he lays there. He listens with true interest, eyes partially slitted closed to the briefest showing of yellow.
Bright Eyes flicks an ear toward the Galliard, very noblesse oblige, please do continue. Of the Ahroun's submission she makes no sign.
~I will not tell all the tales of what Radinka faced on the way to the Abyss, for that in and of itself wold take far longer than we have now. But, she arrived on the edge of the great chasm, and began to scour the banks for some sign of the mysterious lost thing she sought. Presently, she saw in the distance dragons circling over some treasure, a pair of them. Now as you know, most dragons are of the wyrm, and even the bravest Garou warrior could not hope to fell one alone, let alone two.~
Yes, Breaks-the-Circle agrees. The mention of dragons does get the black-furred wolf's tail to twitch out behind him several times.
Bright Eyes looks up at mention of dragons, lips coming off her teeth. Wyrm.
At an angle from the Silver Fang's arrival and some minutes later, the Ragabash cub appears, jacket zipped to his chin against the cold. In spite of that he still shivers slightly. He's quiet in his arrival and stops a good distance from the already present three, hands within the pockets of his jacket and a very unassuming expression to his face. Save for a look to the already present Garou, he keeps his own gaze groundward.
~Yes, of the Wyrm,~ Whisper agrees with Bright Eyes, continuing with her tale. ~Radinka knew she would need to be cunning rather than bold. She approached their nest under the cover of darkness and saw inside a large egg, wrapped in layers of shrouded shadow. Stealing some shadow for herself, she snuck into the nest when one of the dragons was away hunting, and styled herself a minion of the Wyrm come to serve them and tend to their treasure. Stood so close to the egg, the dragon remaining could not hurt her directly without damaging it, and as she seemed so very devoted to it, they chose to believe her... for a time.~
Tail twitches out behind the Ahroun some more, though there is a small huff of greeting for the cub, and what seems to be an indication that the cub should sit. Clever, Breaks-the-Circle adds.
One of Bright Eyes's ears twists to follow Ky's arrival, though she doesn't turn to look at him until he stops. Shift, she not-quite-suggests. Come here. Here is further indicated by a foreleg slapped against the damp ground at her side. Listen.
~The dragons grew lazy in their charge, and ordered Radinka to do many of the things they should do, tending to the egg and hunting food. Radinka was obedient in her role, and at length her time came. Both dragons left the nest to enjoy an evening flight, and the Shadow Lord was left alone with the egg..~ Whisper murmurs, pausing a moment to let her listeners imagine what might come next.
Ky begins to sit, until the suggestion is interrupted by the Silver Fang, action changed to comply to her direction instead. Into lupus with the cub, whose tail nearly tucks under and ears twist back when he approaches Bright Eyes. He almost crawls, sidling into the indicated place beside the elder ragabash as an attentive eye is turned toward the Galliard.
Breaks-the-Circle pauses in the middle of grooming a forepaw as the Galliard speaks, looking at Whisper. There is still a splay to the Ahroun's ears, mindful of the presence of Bright Eyes, but his attention is very definitely on the Whisper, and her story.
She took it, the Fang declares before gifting the cub with approval. This coat is warm. She studies him for a long moment, then inches closer to share body heat.
~Almost,~ Whisper acknowledges Bright Eyes' comment. ~She cracked the egg open at the bottom and took out the contents. Inside, rather than the unhatched young of some giant bird or lizard, was a Garou woman's body, comatose and heavy with child. Carrying the woman, she fled the nest with the shadow shroud still covering the bottom half of the egg so that the dragons wouldn't notice right away. But, carrying an adult woman and both stiff and starved from her service, Radinka could not survive the trip out of the Abyss right away. So, she hid.~
The cub crouches to keep himself lower than the Silver Fang, even as he creeps closer into the shared warmth. His head tips up briefly to nose and snuff pup-like at Bright Eyes, tail brushing against the ground.
There is subtle wariness that creeps into the older Shadow Lord's posture, and a very /careful/ part of his gaze that rests on the Silver Fang, but Breaks-the-Circle remains attentive on the story. Tail stops twitching and tucks more tightly to his body, as well.
Clever, Bright Eyes says, either of the cub or Radinka, or possibly both.
~The Theurge hid, taking shelter with a spirit of Thunder's brood. A spirit of pain, uncorrupted but under constant pressure to turn, hiding here on the edge of the abyss,~ the Galliard continues quietly. ~She made a deal; the spirit of pain should show the comatose Garou woman the natural pains of childbirth, and in doing so be blessed and cleansed of all taint. But, the spirit could not do so and defend itself - so Radinka, exhausted and starved, set to fending off all intrusions into the spirit's den.~
Ky angles an ear slightly toward the Ahroun, then lays it back again. He pushes his forepaws forward, lightly against the ground, until he's resting on his belly. His head follows next, lowering to rest on his forelegs, and he lets out a slow breath.
Breaks-the-Circle turns to face the Galliard a little more, stretching out as much as he can, ears perked now as he listens.
Bright Eyes returns her attention to the story, head lifted and ears perked. There is, it must be said, an almost proprietary air about her in regards to the cub.
~The child was born premature, but strong and angry. The mother's dying breath as the child screamed defiance to the world was enough to bless and protect the spirit that helped her carry out her final duty. Radinka took the child with her back through the many traps and dangers the deep Umbra holds until she reached an anchorhead, and from the shallow reflection then back to this world with her prize.~ Whisper murmurs softly. ~And so, Radinka brought back to the Garou Nation a sacred thing it had lost - not the child, though that in itself was a great thing, but hope, snatched from the jaws of dragons and the edge of the abyss.~
Ky's ears lift briefly again, turning toward the story teller as he watches her. As the story draws to an end, his ears splay.
Breaks-the-Circle chuffs quietly at the ending, and then moves--slowly and mindful of his injuries--to nudge the Uktena's forepaw again in thanks for the story. Hope is a good thing, the Ahroun observes. A necessary thing.
Bright Eyes's tail thumps upon the ground, once, twice. ~A good story,~ she agrees. ~I would also like to know why you are called Tiny-Needle-Spears-the-Heart, but if it is a long story, now may not be a good time.~ She sends another look toward the cub and whuffles at him, filling her nostrils with his scent.
The metis sits upright, tilting her head at Bright Eyes for a moment. ~The tale does not take long to tell,~ she replies slowly. ~I will tell it, if you wish.~ She leans down to lick at her paws for a long moment, settling herself back into the storytelling mindset.
Ky's head comes up just a little, eyes lifting to look at the Fang. His tail brushes against the ground again, and a second later his head returns to resting on his forelegs.
Breaks-the-Circle does not seem to mind, though he pushes himself to his feet to walk a slow circle at the edges of the clearing, stretching his legs. There is still a noticeable limp and favouring of one forepaw, and the Shadow Lord's attention is still on the stories being told.
Bright Eyes requests this, yes. Her tongue lolls at the cub for a moment before she crosses her forelegs, one atop the other.
~I was raised in a Sept composed mostly of Uktena and Fianna,~ Whisper begins, giving a little history. ~My den mother and teacher was an Uktena Metis like myself, but the master of challenges who set my Rite of Passage was inclined to use my deformity against me,~ she continues, then explains, ~My voice, it is always this quiet. I cannot sing, nor howl loudly. So, he set for me the challenge of a performance of one of the great sagas of how the Sept of the Fire Stone was founded.~
Ky's gaze follows the Ahroun for a moment, watching his movements. But after that moment, his focus returns to the Galliard, attentive once again.
Breaks-the-Circle is careful as he walks, completing a whole circuit around, before settling down again, this time sitting upright on his haunches as he listens to Whisper.
A white ear skews momentary bemusement, though the Fang does not interrupt the story. Nor does she seem to attend to either Shadow Lord, all her attention on the Uktena.
The Galliard continues, ~So, I set to work using the talents I did have. One of the things I practiced as a cub before my Firsting is writing, in both English and the Mother Tongue. I have a steady and even hand, and I chose to use this aspect of my auspice - the writer of wisdom and lore - to fulfil my quest. To cut a long story short, I engraved glyph by glyph the story of our Sept onto the shed skin of a snake, one glyph per tiny scale using small needles, and presented it to one of our ranking Galliards during a moot. He was honourbound to read it aloud and seemed deeply touched by the telling of the tale, and so completed the spirit of my challenge.~
The cub, though he keeps himself small and unobtrusive, decides that's an amazing feat and he seems properly impressed. Not a second after he glances up at the elder Ragabash, as though thinking to ask in afterthought if voicing his thoughts were permissible.
Breaks-the-Circle turns a very, very steady gaze on Bright Eyes, though also watching the cub. But the intensity in the wolf's expression is almost certainly for the Silver Fang, as if there is a right and a wrong answer.
~Very clever,~ Bright Eyes agrees of the metis' story. She, at least, does not take offense at the cub sharing his opinion, but turns cool eyes back on the Ahroun, ears pricked and hackles just beginning to lift.
~Thank you for the use of your territory, Bright Eye Sees to the Heart of the Ambush-yuf,~ Whisper addresses the Silver Fang directly now, her tone respectful but not submissive. ~I may visit again if it is permitted. The elder of his tribe..~ she nods to Ky, ~..has confirmed that I should teach their cubs as they have no Galliards of their own. He needs to learn the lore of his people - our people.~
Ky follows Bright Eyes' look to Breaks-the-Circle, head again lowering to his forelegs. His eyes tick back to the Silver Fang, then go to the Uktena with a small brushing of his tail through the old leaf litter.
Breaks-the-Circle stares at Bright Eyes for a good moment longer, before his attention goes to Whisper. Yes, the Ahroun indicates. That is good. A moment longer, and then Breaks-the-Circle takes two steps, placing himself at the edge of the Silver Fang's space as his ears splay, laying and rolling onto his back, belly and throat both bared to her, tail tucked to the side.
Bright Eyes waits until the Ahroun looks away before answering Whisper. ~You are a good storyteller. You may return, for the cub's sake - only remember to announce your presence. He has many visitors.~ None of it is a rebuke, but delivered in a tone of reserved politeness. As for Breaks-the-Circle, she rises to stand for a moment over him. Remember this. And she's off, trotting swiftly into the further reaches of the woods.