It's Time for Moot, Dudes II

Participants: Garou of the Los Angeles Protectorate

Storyteller: Griffin

Location: Heart of the Caern, Sept of the Smiling Angel

Date and Time: Early Night - September 1X, 2021 - Full Moon

Summary: This Moot, positions are filled, and the sept remember the Hunt...

<Ghostwalker> As the Sept of the Smiling Angel Gathers in the Caernheart the fires burn low, casting the chamber and the Angel statue in dull red. The shadows of the cavern are deep and sooty back. It's a contrastingly different atmosphere that followed in the wake of Void Render's Death after the Great Hunt of 2020. The only sounds were feet and paws on the ashen ground, the crackling of fire, the rustling of cloth and fur, and the soft strum of the acoustic guitar. A guitar played by a Bone Gnawer who had not been seen around the sept in nearly a decade, who had returned just in time to witness wonders.

The only indication that the moot is set to begin proper, is that, seemingly on cue, "Mighty" Mark Parnell simply stops playing. The cavern goes completely dark for a few seconds before the lights rise again.

Ghostwalker is not dressed in his typical moot attire when he reveals himself, stepping right out of the shroud of dark behind the Smiling Angel statue, where he'd been hiding, and into the center of the chamber. There is no sharp suit of oak brown and sea-blue. Instead for tonight he wears a sunshine yellow t-shirt and a pair of khaki chinos with a pair of air Jordans. The look like they're fitted for someone of a little more robust build than the wiry Ragabash. If one has been at the Sept for any time at all, one will recognize at once just Who these clothes once belonged to both in fashion and scent. They are clean but not without blackened stains of a once pristine attire.

Ghostwalker wears a wolf mask upon his face. Purple-Black painted fur, scruffled eyebrows, and a bearded muzzle. He starts the opening Howl by introducing 'himself'. "I am Foe-Biter," says Ghostwalker, "man-named Ben Harrier, Ahroun of Smiling Angel. Wolf-born to the Bone Gnawers by a good mother and a bad father. Welcome to the Sept, my neighbor." He speaks with a gruff sense of warmth, as if he truly was channeling the Spirit of the Master of the Howl.

Ghostwalker spreads his hands. He wriggles his neck, like a serpent, stretching out his throat. A long, low rumble rolls out. "Do you remember," he says, his voice bubbling out in a playful sing-song, "The *look* on the face of our Enemy? No, no, not THAT face. The other face! But of course it had so, so many. But the last face it had - squirming and crawling away. From us! As well it should," he laughs. "Luna's tears ran like fire in our blood as we chased that accursed thing back to the nowhere it came from! The ichor on our claws, the poison on our tongues, breathing ashes, spitting blood - everything it had, it gave us, and what did it mean in the face of us? Good Gaia's arms above, we were beautiful! We are still beautiful. We were heroes together, and nothing could stop us, not even wicked self-made gods and goddesses, and Gaia knows they tried. Gaia knows they did try."

"But they didn't. Because," he raises his hand, all five fingers extended. "We are one sept. We are mighty together!" His fingers fold down in to a fist, one at a time. "We are many peoples, many nations, but we are also one nation. Every day I've looked at you I've burned with pride to be among you. Even the least of us are glorious. I am so proud to be among you. I am so proud to have been part of your story."

"Smiling Angel! Let me hear you from my Summerlands! Let Concrete Coyote's fur SHAKE with your howl!"

And he throats back his head, and for a moment, the grief falls away, and he sings for those who cannot, a high, shimmering sound, like tears falling from Luna's cheeks to the distant and silvery sea.

<Silas> Silas allows little trace of emotion to register in his features with the reserve of his regal bearing. But his eyes - it's impossible not to see the pain in them as he watches Ghostwalker perform the Howl in Foebiter's stead. He has stood in Homid form thus far, but when his pack-brother (alpha) calls for the Howl, his dignified silhouette erupts into Crinos to release a jagged sound full of rage and grief. He has far less experience in controlling his expressions and body language in this form. His legs shake somewhat without the support of his cane, and the scars cutting through his fur are laid bare. As soon as the howl is over, he returns to homid form.

<Storms-at-Dusk> The reason for being in his lupus form now clear, Dusk joins in the chorus of howls that begins. It's a long, somber note that accentuates and compliments the proceeding; the inborn talent of one who was, quite literally, born to howl. And he'll hold it for as long as he can, until the wind escapes his lungs.

<Nathan> As the Howl begins, Nathan also shifts into Lupus, his midnight black fur unmarred, and his eyes that of a wolf as he howls into the Hart.

It's a refined, intimidating almost roar, like one would expect of a Shadow Lord.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale did not have the experience that the others did. She knew him for nowhere as long, so while the *person* isn't lost on her, the extent of the pain is... less. For her, a dull ache. The silent regret of a face never truly known. But also a joy that she tries to hold back. The inappropriate warmth of someone who knows... or at least *feels* she knows... too much. Her head throws back, long jaw baying her ululating howl into ther sky. Simple, feral, not tuneful. Just a roll of sound that clashes deliberately with others to make the sound reverbarate.

<Gabe>Blends-with-Shadows tilts his head to the sky and lets loose with a long and loud howl. One that would hopefully make his tribemate proud.

<Parnell> Having accompanied Ghostwalker/Foebiter on guitar, Parnell shifts into his mangy, almost doglike lupus form. He lends his howl to the voices. He barely knew Foebiter, but he can howl for a fallen brother nonetheless, and his howl is surprisingly loud at that. Though like Silas, he shifts back into Homid as soon as he's done.

<Bee> Bee cannot howl, but she does listen intently. The kin smiles and nods, following along before she offers some applause when it is all over. Not being a wolf, it's about the best she can do.

<Niall> Shifting to his wolf form, Large Red Wolf steps forward and adds his own deep and loud howl. There is rage and sorrow in his howl for Foebiter, but a proudness born of respect for his lost brother.

<Verdigris Claws> During the introduction by 'Foebiter', Verdigris Claws is seen to be stretching her neck as she prepares for the howl. As the howl is called for she tosses her head back and howls in full glory of her crinos voice along with the rest of the sept.

<Corey> Corey Fischer remains in homid form for her howl. It's less of a howl so much as it is a scream. From the pit of her belly to the back of her throat, bouncing off the roof of her mouth. Just one tone and pitch and texture in a chorus of howls, but one squeezed out with enough force that the veins of her neck lift up and into view. Her teeth are bared and the effort it takes to sustain it is enough to make the young wolf slowly begin to pull her chest towards her knees and grasp the very edge of the surface she's sitting on with her fingers.

It feels fitting for her this way.

<Piper> Piper's own eyes threaten to tear as she hears Ghostwalker-as-Foebiter's opening howl but when it comes time to join in. With Ghostwalker as Ghost of Biter and with Storms-at-Dusk for his lupus brother, the Galliard throws her head back and howls, long and loud in full hearted attempt to do him proud.

<Hiss-of-Gorgons> Illyana remains silent. As a newcomer to the Sept she had not suffered through their loss and her silence was likely out of respect. When others shift around her and roar she watches with an emotionless gaze that lands upon each of them. Those who shift are noted while the others are noted too. "Come back with your shield, or be upon it," she mutters softly.

<Valentino> Listening to Ghostalker do his thing, his tribemate keeps eyes on him, observing closely. He nods slightly to what is said right up until the end, at which time his brows furrow in a displeased manner. Taking in a deep breath, Valentino calms himself. When the howls begin, he shifts into his lupus form, a perfect specimen of a red wolf. Tipping his head up, Mends-All-Scars releases a forlorn howl for Foe-Biter but there is also anger in the sound of it.

<Bee> Bee watches Corey's howl with wide eyes. When it's done she laughs softly. "Well, that was impressive as hell..." She trails off, feeling goofy with how much she's complimenting the wolf. She shuts up and drags her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them.

<Sarah> Sarah is sorrowful beyond words right now. She already cried so much, she isn't sure she has any tears left to cry, but she finds a few more now. They are silent tears that streak down her cheeks. Her breathing lifts. She cannot howl though. She makes a pained soft sound, probably not heard over the howls.

<Alicia> Alicia joins along in the howl, adding her voice to the others. Sadly it seems like they keep losing good people, but the sept will continue to fight on.

<Valentine> Valentine watches the wolves howl and his brows furrow, lips go into a line then he's reaching over to grip the wristband he wears. That helps. He claps at the end and hollers the best he can once he gets his emotions under control and then watches Verdigris for a moment before focusing back on the center.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> Winter joins in with the howl, throat full with the fire and fury of her tribe, a chilling salute to those who rest in Glory, and those who still fight on within it, muzzle held high. She was by no means the most beautiful voice amongst the wolves gathered, but the fierceness brought it far. There is no word or meaning beyond what a wolf's soul can name for itself, and she dare not let it falter for the sake of the memories of the fallen and those still standing. A voice unwavering and reliable.

<Bee> Bee 's laugh was very soft, and clearly not mocking the sorrow. More...awkwardly reacting more then anything else.

<Callum> Watching with apparent impassivity as the moot begins, Callum glances around slowly as he can feel some tension and pain in the air for their lost friend. As he is called to howl, he shifts into his war form to join the chorus of lupine cries even as Corey screams beside him. When the sound begins to fade, whenever that is, he comes down with the rest of them and shifts back into a man rather than a monster.

<Billy> It's very loud with all that howling and other noise, though Billy doesn't contribute. Again playing the wallflower hes stands still and listens. As the souns reach there peak he moves his right forearm across his face, then sinks down to one knee with his left arm a nest upon it. In that nest his face is buried.

<Ariana> Ariana has remained silent next to Niall thus far, but at this howl for Foebiter she mumbles a few words with her head bowed. Then she lifts her head, opens her mouth, and howls: a sound filled with pain, anger and loss. Then she quiets, once she no longer has breath, and hugs her arms to herself. Tears are plain on her cheeks, but her chin is lifted in respect for the lost wolf.

<Bronwyn> Bronwyn tilts her head down more at the words, letting her long hair make a curtain to hide her expression but the way her shoulders shake just a bit gives hint that the tiny kin may be shedding a few tears for the lost wolf. She is silent, doing her best to hide the tears but unable to keep them back for now.

<Cedar> Cedar watchess the Tribute to Foebiter with hard eyes. His eyes narrow in a wince as he looks away. As the howls echo upwards into the Sky... Cedar can only focus on the floor quietly.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker is glad for the swell of howls over his own. For holding that wail, it almost seem like channeling Ben "Bites-the-Hand" Harrier's spirit is too much even for one who is Too-Much-Spirit. By the end of it all his chest is shuddering. Even for one pouring out all their Heart's Magic into this.

When the chorus finally fades, he reaches up to remove the mask. Once it comes off he staggers. Shakes. Shuddered. Like a possessed man alarmed to be returned to his own body. His face rises to show the crowd his face, painted with blue-black paint twin trails of tears that ran down his cheeks. To hold a soul like Foebiter's must have cause him a great amount of stress. Agony to hold it. Agony again to let go.

"Foebiter's Mask is not the first I have Danced." Ghostwalker's voice rasps. Wearing from Howling. "It will not be the last. I know in my heart of hearts from here on until The End, it will always be the most heavy." He bares his teeth. A pained smile to the crowd. "--But I needed to let Him speak." He closes his eyes, breathing in another gasp of breath. Another inhale through his nose follows that ont. For the mask he trades a ceremonial Conch Shell Horn, swapping its place on his belt. He lifts his face and breathes in deep. He presses the Shell Horn to his lips.

Ghostwalker is pulling double duty tonight in both leading the Opening Howl in his Brother's stead and also Performing the Inner Sky as Caller of the Wyld Himself again and it is time to call the Concrete Coyote, the Totem Incarna, and the rest of the Spirit Court of Los Angeles home...

<Storms-at-Dusk> Following the appearance of the Sept's totem, Concrete Coyote, as familiar as he was the last time he was brought forth, Ghostwalker works overtime summoning the many spirits in the correct, meticulous order of importance. Some of them are familiar faces, sustained in this Urrah environment by veneration of the Chumash-descended cultures that are local to the region.

The cornerstones of the sept, avatars of the mighty Unicorn, Uktena, Pegasus, Cockroach, and Rat, make their appearances as they always have. Unicorn taking her place alongside the Sept Alpha Liam, the rest spreading among the gatherings of their respective tribes. Last of this bunch, but not forgotten, is Bear, a testament to the history of this Sept.

And the mainstays of this urban territory. Old Coyote and Raccoon, with a bit less pep than their previous summonings, make their way over to the rest of the Black Coil pack, sharing in their moment as the last echoes of the Howl finally fade. And the ones that may be the most unfamiliar to the outsiders and wild-dwellers; the Predator drone called by the name 'Clashing Boom-Boom', the ever-present Great Trash Heap, the group of faceless humans known as 'The People'... truly Urrah spirits if there ever were ones.

Swooping the tops of the chamber are the many representations of avians that call this Sept home: Owl, the creature of wisdom, who takes towards Morena Moon off way in the back. Falcon and Hawk, avatars of the Silver Fangs and respected figures of the locals, a testament to the presence of the immigrant and indigenous cultures combined. City favorites (but personal rivals) Raven, Crow, Gull, and Pigeon; the latter finding its way to Dante Zimmer and his pack, while the rest squabble over imperceivable minutae. Even the little Hummingbird, the ever-hungry sprite of war.

It's a long, but artistic process, having been done dozens of times by the current Caller of the Wyld. A few more appear, but it's hard for any one Garou to keep track of so many that attend to the Sept of the Smiling Angel... And at the end... a small handful of calls that go unanswered a second time. Some by choice, others by nature. Golden Eagle, Lion of La Brea, Easy Credit, and the Old Oak. Yet their names are respected, and their invitations stand.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> When her own howl is finished, Winter's eyes catch on Cedar's downward gaze. She studies him, for a moment, then leans her head down to speak, throat shifting to catch the kin's attention with understandable words, spoken low.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Upon seeing the form of the Trash Heap, Beyond-The-Pale perks, reaching into her belt and momentarily digging around. A scrap of paper is produced, a nick taken on her thumb and wiped across the paper in a smear. The paper is crumpled, then opened. The smear and paper studied for a moment, the Theurge seeming to look deep into this image. Seeing if there is something there, perhaps. And whatever she finds... or doesn't find... is lost to that mysterious expression and smile the Crinos holds. The paper is taken a couple steps and held toward the Trash Heap, murmuring lowly in several broken words that might make sense... but probably not, as she hopes for the Heap to take away that ... message? Symbol? forutne? to the spirits.

<Sarah> Sarah is close to both Gia and Valentino. She has silent tears glistening upon her dark lashes and cheeks. She looks deeply sorrowful. She lifts her gaze when the spirits arrives, sucking in a soft breath. She is moved by them, but being moved doesn't do anything to calm her grief. Sarah is very quiet now. Maybe easy to miss.

<Bee> Bee watches the spirits manifest with obvious curiosity in her eyes. When Pegasus, appears, though, her back straightens and she beams. She collects herself again, then, and the kin rests her chin back on her bent knees.

<Evelyn> Evelyn watches as the call goes out and the spirits of the Sept manifest. Her expression softens as they spread themselves out through the Heart, drawing her knees up to rest her chin on them as she curls up.

<Valentine> Valentine watches, then finger guns at Mama Rat. Cause he's a goof. Why else? He reaches back out to snug Bronwyn rubbing at her back.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> When Bear appears, Winter is... pleasantly surprised. To see that Bear was respected here was beyond her imagination- so few amongst the nation still did- and so she offers a dip of her muzzle, eyes closed in reverence to the spirit.

<Gabe> Blends-with-Shadows sits quietly in the flickering shadows generated by the fire now that the howling is over. His Crinossed form sat cross legged, leaning up against one of the walls.

<Niall> Niall shifts back into homid form. He stands next to Ariana and looks to the spirits. He bows his head in reverence to them all. Then looks back up towards the Sept Elders.

<Valentino> At the conclusion of his howl, the red wolf ends it with a snarl, like dropping the cherry on a sundae. Only this sundae is made of rage and the cherry is it's expression. FOr now Mends-All-Scars remains in this form, staying as a red wolf, the very kind that would be found in the deserts and plains around the area.

He observes all of the spirits flooding into the area, the Urrah spirits, the avian spirits, and the others. He moves his canine body to lean against Sarah lightly, not doing so in order to support HIM but to show his support for the Kinfolk. Contact, even in sich minor ways can mean a lot and it is a wolfish way to show. He searches the spirits and his head drops a little when Uktena isn't found.

<Nathan> Watching the various spirits accept invitations, the Lupus form of Nathan sits down, quietly just taking them in.

<Verdigris Claws> Verdigris Claws bows Rat to acknowledge her tribal totem and simply inclines her head slightly to a few others, notably Trash Heap and Raccoon, but also gives an ever slight nod to Falcon as well.

<Everlee> Everlee slinks in later then she'd like because of her other duties; just a shadow of very obvious movement at the carven opening. A quick glance around is given before she moves with purpose for Sarah. She isn't missed as she was sought out. E'vee doesn't say a word to her new friend. She just slips her arm through Sarah's and stands with her, shoulder to shoulder, offering silent support on the other side of Valentino. She doesn't even look at Sarah. Instead, she finds Bronwyn and Val with her gaze.

<Niall> When spotting the Stag, Niall gestures to Ariana to look. He holds himself up a little more proudly if that were possible.

<Parnell> It's been awhile since he's seen so many spirits. Parnell seems briefly a bit overwhelmed. Then he gives an upnod to Concrete Coyote and Rat, and raises his fist in solidarity to The People.

<Cedar> Cedar's eyes flick to Eye-of-Winters-Fury coldly as she leans in to whisper. He takes a deep breath, as if preparing some sort of response... and simply takes a step to the side, ignoring whatever was said entirely, electing not to interrupt the Ceremony with chatter. He looks up to the Spirits filling the Cavern. The usual zeal and awe burning in his eyes at the sight of the spirits is gone today. Cedar stiffens his back upright as he folds his hands behind him, watching the Moot unfold emotionlessly.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> Freya gives The People a raised fist to salute, showing her solidarity. They had worked before- they would work again

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> Freya gives The People a raised fist to salute, showing her solidarity. They had worked together before- they would work together again.

<Valentine> Everlee is watches as they go near Sara and Valentine and they get a up-nod and a raised brow.

<Ariana> Ariana has bowed her head to the spirits, but does look as she is nudged, her chin lifting again as she watches the stag. She reaches up with one hand, brushing away the tears on her cheeks, and then bows her head again, before looking back to the center, much as Niall does.

<Alicia> Alicia watches all the spirits as they are brought forth for the moot. She looks them over, to see if they are all doing well. None of them seemed to have been eaten by the nexus crawler, so all seems good.

<Sarah> Sarah feels the touch from Valentino, she looks up to him and while she doesn't quite smile to him, she seems to appreciate him being near. She then looks to Everlee as she draws near, leaning into her a bit and seeming to appreciate her. She still keeps quiet, still looks haunted. She looks to the spirits and to the snake thought, but her toughts seem still still on Bites gien the damp of her cheeks.

<Bee> Bee is quiet now. She remains seated beside Corey as the Kin just watches everything and listens. All silence. It isn't her space to speak right now. She didn't know the fallen.

<Brandon> Brandon is late, as usual, even today of all days. The howl seems to have dragged him in. His attire is composed, even bland, khakis and a too-tight t-shirt. His hair is tamed. He arrives just as the spirits manifest, which has him squaring his big shoulders and staring at the dirt floor. He makes his way towards his pack as inconspicuously as he can amongst all the distractions.

<Silas> Silas remains standing before the sept in Homid form, holding his head high as the Heart fills with the spirits. Concrete Coyote. Cockroach. Old Coyote and Raccoon. He takes in each as they manifest. His right hand rests on the brass handle of his cane and now in his other, he carries the curved rib of a large animal. He holds the bone aloft and calls out in a resonant command. "The Cracking of the Bone."

It is the time for Sept business. Disputes will be settled, grievances aired, and formal judgements handed down. Each will have a chance to speak in accordance with their rank. And all present should know well the consequences of speaking without the bone in hand - not only the pranks of the Fool, but the small losses of renown will hurt.

First to speak is the Sept Leader. With rest of the formalities observed, Silas turns to Liam and offers forth the curved blade of a rib.

<Clint> Gonna-Eat-That? howls along with the rest of the sept when it's time. When the rest of the totems spirits are summoned, he reaches down to brush his fingers over the furred back of Rat.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Having .... what *would* one call it? Giving a token? Throwing away the trash? Considering it was Trash Heap, it could be either! ... Beyond-The-Pale quickly moves back into the crowd, falling silent as the bone is brought up. Lips seal instantly, respectfully.

<Piper> The arrival of all the spirits does do a little to mask Brandon's approach, but still Go-Phish smells him arriving and steps over to make space for him. Once he settles, she leans down to whisper something towards him.

<Billy> Billy shifts, from his one need down to his bottom, his legs out before him with half-bent knees, palms behind him in the dirt keeping him uprightish. He sits there as the spirits are called and begin to fill the room, and he finds himself looking past them rather than at them. He does eventually find whatever it is he needs to look directly upon Uktena, and then he rises back up to his feet, brushing the dirt from his hands on his pants before folding one over the other in front of himself.

<Corey> Corey watches the display of spirits and takes note of each as they come. As best she can. The young woman settles back a little and lets out a slow, uneven breath. It's a moving sight that takes an emotional toll, but a positive one. That smile on her face is quite wide. She swallows delicately and reaches up to wipe at her eyes and gives Bee an encouraging pat on her shoulder while she leans gently into Callum, brushing arm-and-arm with her packmate with a heavy sigh.

And now, it's time for Sept business. Corey straightens back up and sets both of her hands in her lap.

<Hiss-of-Gorgons> "I've never seen such a confluence of spirits before," Illyana says with no small amount of wonder in her voice. Afterwards she did another visual sweep of the room and paused on Bee. A sidelong glance is offered to Nathan and Piper, then the platinum blonde girl in the black leather jacket is stepping away and moving towards the Kinfolk woman.

<Bee> Bee blinks at Illyana, her gaze dipping over her before she leans in to hear her whisper to her. She swallows and then offers a small, shy smile to her. She keeps her voice very low, so as not to interrupt anything.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker is pleasantly surprised when Raccoon follows Coyote over to stand with Coyote's pack. Though, knowing -why- Raccoon has come and the reason for their guest, beads of moisture starts to bead at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't break down and weep, but the tears form great globs that rest on his grease-based facepaint.

After all the Spirits have been called the Caller of the Wyld, weary from the performances, carries himself back to where his Packmate and Parnell are standing. He bows to Raccoon like an honored houseguest. "Tell Mapa that I am sorry." He says, before rising from his bow.

<Nathan> As Hiss-Of-Gorgons walks off, Nathan does spare a glance in that direction, but seeing the direction she's going, simply gives a thoughtful nod, before looking back to Dusk.

<Parnell> Parnell stands with his arms folded, guitar back in the sticker-covered case at his feet. After Ghostwalker rises from his bow, Parnell looks over at him and gives him a small smile, nodding by way of both greeting and acknowledgement of the tremendous effort he's poured out today.

<Bee> Bee blushes crimson at whatever is whispered to her, and she nods quickly. The girl fishes out her phone and spends a quiet moment exchanging numbers with the3 blonde while Sept business goes on around her.

<Chicken> Chicken watches from her place, howling when needed, but mostly observing as the outsider she is.

<Brandon> Brandon mumbles some indiscriminate words up the Crinos Go-Phish, and watches Hiss-of-Gorgons go just as he arrives. Finally in his space he watches the spiritual parade with a blank-faced attention. Eyes roll around like he's looking for something and not finding it.

<Verdigris Claws> Verdigris Claws leans over Sarah's head and says something softly to the kinfolk.

<Corey> Corey watches the exchange between Bee and Illyana with a tip of her head to the side. There's a hint of amusement on her face at the exchange of numbers and the blush on Bees face. She doesn't watch too closely, of course. Miss Fischer is polite, after all. But she also doesn't hide that look of amusement on her face while she turns her attention back to the front of the Caern.

<Gabe> Blends-With-Shadows remains quiet, head slightly bowed as he takes in the progression of spirits that gave come to the moot. His jaws slightly open in wonderment at just how many have come.

<Hiss-of-Gorgons> Whatever Hiss-of-Gorgons needed of Bee was finished quite quick. "I'll be in touch soon," she says softly before turning to navigate around the periphery of the room once more in order to return to Nathan and Piper's side. She leans in to politely have a word before giving them both a half-smirk and turning her attention onto Brandon.

<Bee> Bee has wide eyes and is blushing all the way to her ears. She watches Hiss-of-Gorgons depart before she tucks her phone away and glances at Corey with wide eyes. 'What the fuck?' she mouths to her. She is certainly not used to being approached like that, and she tries to calm her racing heart, wiping her now damp palms on her jeans.

<Liam> Liam steps forward and takes the bone with a smile before looking around with the intense ocean blues he's known for. His smile grows a little seeing so many and when he's done acknowledging every face he can find his voice lifts up through the Heart, "The Sept of the Smiling Angel has not always been so robust as you see tonight, there have not been so many brothers and sisters to greet each month as this. I believe it would be a dishonor to not acknowledge a major part of that."

Pause for dramatic effect...

"Storms-at-Dusk." the call out. "You came to us a Cliath barely tested, and in a short year you have grown from the Truthcatcher to the Master of Challenge. You have personally overseen the challenges and trials of regrowing the Sept itself, you are to blame for many of the officer roles being filled as well. Tonight it is my Honor, Brother, to recognize and present you to our People as Adren." With that he will give a respectful bow to the Lupus before offering the Bone back.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk, upon hearing his name called, bows his head. The black-furred crinos isn't surprised by the announcement, but, even he can't hold back that little bit emotion as he's recognized by the alpha, and everyone around. Of course, he doesn't speak, the staunch traditionalist he is, but, he keeps his head lowered for several moments, crinos tail swooshing behild him.

<Niall> Niall offers a bow of his head to Dusk and his new Rank. He also gives him a small salute by making a fist and tapping it over his heart to him.

<Verdigris Claws> Verdigris Claws nods her horned head above Sarah's head while listening to the Alpha's words. As Liam hands the bone off she says, "Congrats, Dusk," in that possibly creepifying Homid-voice-out-of-Green-Crinos-form voice and then says something softly to the pregnant kinfolk.

<Alicia> Alicia watches and listens as finally all the garou and spirits arrive and the announcements begin. She gives her focus to the sept alpha.

<Brandon> Brandon looks more focused, now that the spirits aren't distracting him, nad so he dutifully clamps his hands around his mouth and yells "Whooo!" It starts obligatory, but ends with actual enthusiasm.

<Bee> Bee is trying to pay attention, but is all flustered now. The kin chews her lip a bit as she watches the proceedings, though her gaze drifts to Hiss-of-Gorgoins now and again before snapping back to the important things at hand.

<Piper> A few murmurs exchanged and a friendly nudge of her elbow to Brandon's and then Go-Phish straightens up again. She gives a curious head tilt as the newcomer (Hiss-of-Gorgons arrives, but now's not the time for asking for introductions. She turns her attention towards the cracking of the bone and the welcoming of Dusk as Adren and gives an approving nod which turns into more of a grin as Brandon ends up enthusiastically Whoo!ing.

<Clint> Gonna-Eat-That? moves away from his observation post near a wall and walks over to get closet to Hiss-Of-Gorgon and Bee. He leans in close to them and puts a finger up to the lips of his massive wolfish head with a shhh. Then he points to the phone and shakes his head with a stern look. He points towards Liam and the bone then to Dusk and puts his clawed finger up again before moving back to his spot. There he thrusts a fist into the air for encouragement for Dusk.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale upticks her chin, ears popping up (or as much as the 'lop' one can), hands folding together and giving a bow toward Storms-At-Dusk. Not wanting to interrupt with applause, but definitely wanting to offer that celebratory gesture his way.

<Bee> Bee nods quickly to the huge crinos and hunkers in on herself a bit, stuffing her hands deeply into the pockets of her hoody.

<Silas> Silas gazes off to Storms-at-Dusk with a faint ghost of a smile. But once Liam offers back the bone, the Trutchcatcher bows his head, showing the Sept Leader all deference and respect. Next, the Glasswalker moves to offer it forth to Only-Ghost-Behind-Him. When he does not take it, he offers it next to Morena Moon. The long silence concludes at last when he offers to the new Adren and Master of the Challenge. Storms-at-Dusk.

<Corey> Corey reaches over and hooks an arm around Bee, tugging her towards her ribs to give that Kinfolk a nice, comforting squeeze. She keeps her head forward, though, smiling warmly when Storms-at-Dusk's new title is announced. She doesn't clap, but she does give the top of her thigh a few pats with her palm.

<Bee> Bee lets herself get hugged against Corey and offers her a lopsided grin. She turns back to watching everything going on.

<Karissa> Karissa has continued listening intently - and watching each continued subject. On the title announcement they bow their head in respect and continued to watch.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker's voice is still parched from the wail of the opening howl and then calling the Spirits immediately afterward. He's nursing a bottle of Pedialyte from where he stands with Old Coyote and friend Raccoon. He cannot whoop in response to Dusk's Acknowledgement, instead he jams his fingers between his lips and whistles. The grin that follows afterwards shows the Ragabash's approval.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> The Fenrir watches with a lupine vigilance, eyes focused on the bone, those who possess it, and it's journey as she sits cross-legged on the floor, a hand each placed on a knee. Dusk's advancement earns a forward twist of her ears in interest, and whatever vicious showing of teeth passes for a grin on the wolf's muzzle is likely lost on the Kin present. After that fight, and what she heard- he *ought* to be Adren. Worthy.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Taking the bone, Dusk walks up towards Liam and the rest alongside Truthcatcher Silas. Looking over the sept, he lowers his head. "First, my thanks to this sept that welcomed me." It's short, and simple. Taking in a deep breath, he looks out to everyone as the warm words reach him. And out of etiquette, he won't interrupt them. But, as they die down, his cheerful demeanor takes on an air of significance.

"My business before this sept is, the numerous challenges I have overseen as Master of Challenges. It is time we recognize many. First," looking to Silas, "Silas was successful in my Challenge, and has been named Truthcatcher of the Smiling Angel. He has been learning these past few weeks, and I trust everyone will give him the same respect as they did me this past year."

<Everlee> E'vee just sort of stands there, rocking softly as she keeps her attention on who is talking. She notes her brothers lifted brow and returns it in question before turning her attention back to what's happening around her. She notes Brandon's arrival, but shifts her attention back to Liam as he speaks and and then others follow.

<Nathan> With the announcement for Silas, Nathan's wolf eyes go to Silas himself, and the Lupus Garou gives a nod of respect to the other.

<Clint> Gonna-Eat-That? thrusts his fist into the air again for Silas. Silent encouragement. When he spots Brandon he stares at the Ahroun until he draws attention. Then points a clawed finger at his open muzzle. Followed by a nod.

<Valentino> Remaining there in his Lupus form, Mends-All-Scars observes as Dusk is called up to be given the new rank of Adren. His eyes follow and the expression does not even waver. The red wolf doesn't seem to care one way or another for this promotion, or if he does it is kept buried deep inside. Probably the latter. Finally his head turns to snuffle at Sarah, then a glance toward the tunnel leading out in consideration.

<Bronwyn> Bronwyn is still here, quiet as a church mouse and since she got her tears under control finally she just quietly gazes around, listening and watching, somber.

<Gabe> Gabe remains where he is, sitting in she flickering shadows of the firelight. Dusk's raise in rank gets a slight nod, as well as the news about Silas.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Letting the reactions for Silas settle before speaking. "Second, the Challenge for Wyrm Foe..." Dusk begins, getting the hard part out of the way first. The crinos form hides a typical frown, but the tail and ears hint at the subtle sadness that punctuates the topic. "Cracks-the-Skull has withdrawn from the Challenge, and has taken her leave of the Sept." A hint of a growl in that tone, but he continues, "That leaves us with Wrath-of-Danu," the black-furred Crinos looking towards the Fianna. "His challenge was interrupted by the strange magic of the Nexus Crawler and the Namebreakers who defended it. As such," looking aside to Liam and Only-Ghosts with a nod. "It is decided the Challenge will continue, where our challenger may demonstrate his *true* capabilities to the Sept." The last part is said with an air of respect and confidence, and it's clear that by no means does he judge it a failure.

<Billy> Billy, despite being a Mopey-Martin, does begin to perk up as members of the sept start to get called out for their achievements, clapping a little louder with each name. Though he doesn't clap for the extension of Wrath's challenege, as it would probably be weird to clap for a thing being ongoing.

<Nathan> Upon hearing this, Nathan looks directly to Niall briefly, before he looks back to Dusk, still silent.

<Sarah> Sarah looks to Valentine as the lupus snuffles her, concern in her dark gaze. She then murmurs very softly to Gia. She remains close to Everlee.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale's brow raises at the announcement. She looks over at Niall at that comment, nodding in a way that suggests some answer has been found to a question she didn't know she had. Her lips tilt to Niall in a mixture of approval and quiet ... well, not *congratulatoins*, as such. Something stronger than 'good luck', though.

<Ghostwalker> The grin persists as Dusk gives his blessing to Silas, though there were still tears clinging in the corners of his eyes. He manages to settle down to listen again as Storms-at-Dusk continues with the announcements. Ghostwalker is still dressed in Foebiter's clothes, though the mask made to look like his Brother and the Conch Horn hang from his belt. He continues to nurse his ruined voice with Pedialyte.

<Brandon> Brandon's already whoooped for Dusk, so he has to mix it up a little for Silas: hands clap loudly over his head, like a drumbeat, and he is excited as heck. He covers his eyes with one hand while shooting wild finger-guns in the air--shots in the dark. He's settled by the time the Wyrm-Foe challenge is discussed. His smile stays up but all pleasure leaves his face when it's mentioned that Ashlynn has left. He glances at Wrath-of-Danu, pouts his lips curiously, but ultimately nods at the man in recognition.

<Niall> With his name called, Niall looks to Storms. He bows his head at the announcment. He looks to everyone for their recognition. He turns his attention back to the Elders though.

<Silas> Silas inclines his head in silent appreciation as Storms-at-Dusk announces his role as Truthcatcher. His success at the Lupus' challenge was mentioned on a previous Tuesday M'Dudes. And he serves now in that role. But nothing is ever quite fully official until it's announced at Moot. He pauses somewhat with the further announcements. His brows furrow faintly at the mention of Cracks-the-Skull retreat from both Challenge and Sept. But then gazing off across at Niall, he nods to himself with Storms-at-Dusk's decision to continue the Challenge.

<Verdigris Claws> Verdigris Claws reaches out a long, green-furred Crinos arm and ruffles Everlee's hair as a way of telling the Nash Kinfolk hello. At the same time, the anouncement of Niall's status is made and she vocally chuffs at him with an odd tennor due to the non-Crinos vocal cords throwing off the sound.

<Liam> Liam is a marshmallow we all know this. As announcements continue, and the mention of Cracks-the-Skull leaving comes, there is a moment of sadness for the Alpha, the loss of the Fury still fresh. Still he is present and alert - watching around as the Master of Challenge continues his announcements.

<Piper> Piper adds a whoop on in to Brandon's drumbeat for Silas since //she// hadn't whooped earlier. Though she also seems to sober up as the topic of Wyrmfoe is brought up and stares down at the ground in front of her.

<Corey> Corey frowns softly at the mention of Cracks-the-Skulls and her exodus from the Sept. It doesn't look like disappointment on her features, but genuine sadness. The arm hugging Bee to her side gives another little squeeze and then releases her to rise up if she pleases, but also won't nudge her away should she elect to continue leaning. She turns to look towards Niall next, a purse on her lips and then a nod. You got this.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> Winter's muzzle twists into contemplation. It was a strange event, but surely a strange event warranted an examination of the merits therein. Still- he hadn't been disqualified, and there wasn't another contender. It would only be time and fire.

<Storms-at-Dusk> This time, not as much of a gap, as the reactions are likely more muted. "Third, the Challenge for Warder..." Dusk continues, eyes seeking out both Clint and Nathan in the crowd. "Both challengers have displayed their talent and skill, and it is the expectation of this Sept that both would make pack leaders of renown." Letting the words hang for a moment while he takes a breath, and various lingering spirits take notice, he continues. "With the guidance of Only-Ghosts-Behind-Him-rhya, our Sept's Warder for many, many years, it is decided:"

Dusk's eyes turn towards Clint; "Gonna-Eat-That, will serve as Warder of the Smiling Angel."

<Alicia> Alicia listens to the announcements. She wasn't expecting that a wyrm foe still wouldn't be decided after the big fight. Though it is important to make sure people can do the jobs.

<Verdigris Claws> "Way t'go Gonna-Eat-That?!" Verdigris Claws blasts out at top crinos-lungs-volume followed by an energetic, "Woot woot!" of celebration for her fellow Bone Gnawer.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale throws her head back, though manages to keep the sound to nothing. Jaw falls open as if in a silent howl, or a joyous jaw-gaping beam as she stares upward to the ceiling and the spirits beyond. A long stare to them as that 'silent howl' holds, finally licking her jowls and chops noisily and closing her mouth with a *clump*. Those happily hazed, slightly moistened, eyes come back down.

<Gabe> At this news, Blends-with-shadows wuffs a short burst of air through his nose as a voice of agreement, casting his eyes over to Gonna-Eat-That with a nod of his head.

<Nathan> As the announcement is made, Nathan glances to Clint, and gives a nod, before he glances to Dusk, still sitting.

<Evelyn> Evelyn smiles at this announcement, lifting her hands from around her legs to give a round of applause with the rest of the celebratory sounds that start up.

<Karissa> Karissacan only surmise what went through Cracks-the-Skull's own situation - that they would leave. She'd heard nothing truly until this point - but merely lowers her head at their leaving. On announcement for warder she merely nods, and continues to silently watch and listen for the continued announcements.

<Piper> Piper looks over to watch Nathan's reaction to that announcement but as the Shadow Lord gives his own quiet nod, she looks over to Clint and gives a thumbs up. Or claw's up?

<Valentino> Like many, Mends-All-Scars doesn't seem to like the fact Cracks-the-Skulls left, his ears falling back flat for a moment and a low rumble eminating from his throat. He remains by Sarah's side, but the red wolf begins to move his paws as if he is pacing in place. His tail is neutral but slightly bristled. His dark eyes follow the proceedings silently again, but doesn't quite stop his movements.

<Chicken> Shifts in title, in rank, each wins a crinos grin from Tastes-Like-Chicken, though the new Gnawer is contented to watch and fringe without interrupting.

<Clint> Gonna-Eat-That? listens to the decision on the Wyrmfoe and his eyes narrow a bit. His head tilts to the side and he looks at Liam, Dusk, and Niall. His head tilts over to the other side and he points at his eyes. Then to Niall. Do not falter. Everyone is watching. When Warden comes up he points a clawed finger at Nathan out of expectation. His head turns slowly back to Dusk and his arms drops when it's his name called instead. His mouth opens. Closes. Opens and closes again. His eyes go around to each who cheer for him and his lips pull back until his teeth are bared in a wide wolfish smile. He takes in a deep breath and bows deeply then stands, throwing his head back with a thundrous howl.

<Niall> Niall chears and gestures for Clint to go join the elders. When he howls, Niall cheers him on a bit.

<Silas> Silas remains impassive, standing in unobtrusive silence as Storms-at-Dusk continues to address the gathering. With the announcement of the Sept's new Warder, his head turns with quiet interest. His attention pauses on Only-Ghosts-Behind-Him before settling in full on Gonna-Eat-That. He acknowledges the Bone Gnawer Metis with a faint twist of a smile and a nod.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> It was by no means her choice or backing, but the challenge was decided- and so the Fenrir nods her approval of a conquest won. As it would be, so it is.

<Storms-at-Dusk> "Our sept has grown this past year. While all are expected to serve in defense of our bawn, it is decided that the position of Guardian, will be used as a position of honor, rather than obligation. It will be the judgment of Peacekeeper-rhya and Gonna-Eat-That as to who best serves in this role. Seek them."

With that, "Fourth, the Challenge for Talesinger..." Dusk's gaze falling to Piper, offering perked ears and a swoosh of his tail. "She has demonstrated her capability to learn about this Sept, and sing all parts of its tale, both glad and sad."

"Go-Phish", incorrectly pronounced with the word for 'Fish', "will serve as Talesinger of the Smiling Angel."

<Clint> Clint shakes his head at Niall. It's not his spot. It takes a moment for it to really sink in and he rubs at the back of his head as he walks over to join them, nodding at Dusk when the guardians are mentioned.

<Bronwyn> Bronwyn lets her gaze shift from person to person as the accouncements are made but seeing Clint's reaction she can not help but smile just a bit. She seems happy for him. She does step back though, blending in with those here to sort of fade into the background.

<Sarah> Sarah looks to Valentine with concern, sucking in a soft breat and trying to touch his fur. She looks upon Piper as her new position is announced, giving her a polite nod. She still cannot quite get herself to smile about anything right now. She seems to be in mourning.

<Gabe> As piper is announced, Blends-With-Shadows looks over towards the Glasswalker and gets a brief nod in recognition. Translation to those that speak Gabe...for a Walker she is alright.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker, perhaps still shaking off some of Foebiter's essence, seems be late in the realization that Cracks-the-Skull had departed, or perhaps fled, the Sept. He looks around the crowd, squints, and then reaches to put on his glasses. He blinks a few times and does the same thing again. He seems to be looking for Ashlynn.

When Ghostwalkr doesn't find Ashlynn's shape in the crowd, his face looks a little haunted. Maybe even regretful. He looks over to Clint's appointment, though his face still appears to be awash in processing Ashlynn's departure.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale gives a nod at the movement of Gonna-Eat-That, again folding her hands and dipping low into a respectful bow his way. Hands clap together once, turning to smile broadly at Piper. Although that one shows less 'You did it!' and more 'Told you' in her look as she serves the woman another respectful gesture.

<Silas> Silas arches a stern brow as some of the jubilation takes shape in words - toeing the line of speaking out of turn. But he says nothing for now. He has a smile of quiet warmth for Piper and acknowledges her success with a nod.

<Niall> At the announcement of Piper as Talesinger, Niall looks her direction and offers a little bow of his head. He then looks back to Storms.

<Corey> Corey can't help but swell up a little bit with joy when Piper's deed-name is called. She perks up and looks like she's about to clap, but she catches herself before she makes too much of a ruckus. She ahems and sits back, folding her hands politely in her lap.

<Liam> The whirlwind of challenge announcements is expected to the Alpha, but he's no less jubilant as the rest of the Sept, giving his howls of acknowledgement as names are called and given the responsibility of leading this Sept in their own way. Liam smiles and remains quiet save for giving his cheerful howls of encouragement to the new officers as they're announced.

<Piper> Go-Phish straightens as her position is announced. There's a little surprise on her face as if she didn't expected to be completely official right now, but not complete surprise. she takes in the smiles, nods, looks, and tail swishes of encouragement and gives a grateful bow of her head to them all.

<Storms-at-Dusk> "Go-'Fish' has a story for us after the Cracking, but she has demonstrated her ability thus far. I encourage all to listen to her first words in this role." As the rest of the congratulations die down, Dusk is looking over to Addison for a moment. The tone has changed once again, a more somber note. "The Challenge for Keeper of the Land." Dusk looks over the sept. "Circumstances saw one of our challengers burdened with a heavier duty. However, as many of you saw the desolation of the Nexus Crawler, now more than ever, we must recognize one for this position. And few know more about the intricacies of our bawn," Focusing on Dante Zimmer. "Four-Left-Feet will serve as Keeper of the Land of the Smiling Angel. It will be his task to appoint Keepers to assist him in this role."

A glance back to Addison, "Ghostwalker-yuf will continue to serve as Caller of the Wyld of the Smiling Angel."

<Dante Zimmer> The expression from Dante Zimmer isn't one of celebration. He's not surprised, likely having known the outcome for some time now. The bookish City Farmer looks towards Addison, a sad smile of sheer empathy for the circumstances in which this came about. A large exhale through his mouth, and he tries to force a smile. It is an honor, after all, but he certainly doesn't feel like he's won it. Looking to Silas, there'll be a small nod, indicating he'll want a chance with the bone.

<Bee> Bee beams at the announcements and gives a quiet nod of happiness for them. She remains quiet, though, and ends up checking her phone. She frowns and stanhds, offering a wave to Corey before she quietly moves to slip out without bothering anyone. She pauses to also offer a wave and shyer smile to Hiss-of-Gorgons.

<Verdigris Claws> Having had a loud outburst already, Verdigris Claws slips back from the cluster around Sarah. As a green-furred wolfen minotaur-like creature there's no way she's not noticed as she stays in the background, but thoughout the remainder of the moot she remains a passive observer.

<Storms-at-Dusk> With that, Dusk's expression darkens for a brief moment, before adopting his usual stoicism. "Finally... the Challenge of Master of the Howl... was successfully completed by Foebiter. And he served with Honor." He doesn't say anything more, the implications clear in his body language. The position... is now vacant. With that, he passes the bone back to Silas, his long time with it finally at a conclusion.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale bows her head to the final name, respectfully, quietly, grimly. Obviously there's no applause with this one. Just a silence for now from her.

<Clint> All full of anxious energy, Gonna-Eat-That? shifts his balance from foot to foot. Over and over an over. Nonstop. And his hands open and close at his sides. In timing with the shifting of his balance. When the next challenges are announces, for Talesinger and and Keeper of the Land he lets some of that energy out in loud, excited clapping.

<Silas> Silas blinks as he looks from Storms-at-Dusk to Dante Zimmer. It had seemed Dante's challenge had been made almost in jest at Addison. But with a glance off to his alpha, he then offers his fellow City Farmer a faint smile of congratulations. And he nods - he'll get a chance with the bone.

It's all that Silas can do to maintain his composure as Storms-at-Dusk announces Foebiter's success at his own challenge. Lifting his head high and tightening his jaw, Silas receives back the curved rib from Storms-at-Dusk with a nod and continues off to the next speaker.

This Truthcatcher's progress is slow between them, but seemingly deliberate. The Sept will wait between speakers and reflect on their words. Perhaps the Philodox intends to establish a more meditative atmosphere for this moot. The silence will end when he holds the bone out to Ghostwalker.

<Billy> Billy tries to keep to where he's at but as Clint gets the tappy-tappies he can't help but stare. When the other Garou start clapping BIlly starts moving, walking his way slowly, looking between him and the bone as it gets passed around.

<Liam> Liam steps forward enough to speak on the matter of Foebiter, holding his hand on Silas' shoulder for a moment to pause the passing of the bone so that he can say something. "There will be a proper time for mourning when we perform the Send-off, and I will speak to the pain in my heart and many of you will do the same. Let it be known though, that we also celebrate Foebiter - he will be acknowledged for his Honor, and his Glory so that his Spirit can be recognized for the hero among our People that it is. Please join me in honoring his legacy and story later this week," at which point he gives the Truthcatcher's shoulder a squeeze to continue on with the Cracking of the Bone.

<Cedar> Cedar listens to the Position announcements quietly. He stands their stiffly, making little noticeable reaction to any 'promotions'. His eyes follow the bone, offering whoever holds it his full attention.

<Alicia> Alicia continues listening to the results of the challenges, and who is getting what new positions in the spet. It seems like most of them are being filled at least. She nods as she listens as Liam brings up foebiter.

<Silas> Silas stills with Liam's hand on his shoulder and allows the Sept Leader a moment with the bone to speak. The pain of his grief shines clear in his gaze. He closes his eyes and bows his head to the Sept Leader. And then with a breath, he continues on to offer the bone to Ghostwalker.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker is shaken from his silent reveries at the announcement of the Keeper of the Land Challenge. The Uktena Ragabash looks over at Dusk and then to Dante, gazing across the Caernheart to the Glasswalker. His lips part a little to show teeth, but he looks far from furious to have "lost". He nods. There's a little glint in the eye of the Caller of the Wyld. He tilts his head, seeming to confer something with his Totem.

Whatever it was is finished by the Bone reaches his hand. Ghostwalker steps up to speak again. "We--" His voice suddenly cracks. He coughs twice and then smoothers his face in his own silver-burn marked arm. "AHEM." Managing to get his bearings he looks upon the Sept. He upnods to Liam before he begins. "This week in my mourning. I beseached the aid of our Great Totem, Concrete Coyote, to aid in digging out a new passage in his Halls. Foebiter, also known as Ben Bites-the-Hand Harrier, is too much silver for the Memorial Hall. Together, I, Concrete Coyote, and Old Old Coyote," New and Old Coyotes, "have dug out a den for my little brother, so that he might rest there until the End of Days both as an Honored Warrior and beloved Brother."

The Uktena swallows and nods. "When his den is ready. Foebiter invites you to come and join his Pack in his home as we remember him with stories, songs, and" he looks up to Old Coyote, "and jokes." As a Follower of Coyote would have wanted. With the funerary announcements made clear, he offers the Bone back to Silas. He seemingly has nothing the say about the Keeper of the Land Challenge, at least for now. Fire glints off fresh globby tears as they start to form in the corners of his eyes again.

<Sarah> Sarah is quietly here near Gia, Everlee and Valentino still (she thinks). She sucks in a soft breath as the challenge or keeper of the land is brought up, but does Dante a polite nod. Those breaths come quicker when Biters is talked about once again. She tries to keep from crying more, but does seem glad of him having a home.

<Mapa> An urgent skittering of claws across the trampled earth announces Mapa's late arrival to the moot. Her movements are quick and hurried, contained as best she can despite the obvious anxiety that weighs in her big, dark eyes. Not even the stolen bag of fries she carries in her mouth is a source of joy it seems. The raccoon will scamper about, threading between people as politely as she is able, to find herself towards a high spot in the back, where she can climb a bit of the architecture to get a better view of the crowd.

Her gaze darts about the gathered garou, searching and searching, until her question is answered by the rumble of Liam's voice. She blinks, her eyes shift off to an imagined horizon, and she lowers the bag of fries to the ground, to dejectedly root about in it with her nose as she sniffles, and listens to the rites.

<Silas> Silas has to avert his gaze, looking up and off into the distance as he tries to settle himself. Hand tight over the handle of his cane. The loss of his brother is still far too fresh - the raw emotion still too close to the surface.

The sound of skittering is a welcome distraction. He watches Mapa the racoon with her bag of fries, and the Glass Walker can't help but give a faint smile.

By the time his alpha has finished, Silas has blinked back tears of his own and regained his composure. And with a low nod of respect, he takes the bone back.

The silence settles over the Sept, allowing it a moment to breathe and reflect, as he carries it slowly over to Dante.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> A great breath is let out at the news of a proper send-off. It was good. She would be there- there was a certain strength in that Lupus that she had deeply connected with, and as one warrior to another, it was important. Those piercing eyes settle on Ghostwalker, and she dips her muzzle in a nod. Invitation received.

<Dante Zimmer> Dante addresses the sept when the bone is offered. "It is, of course, an honor to serve in this position, and I look forward to meeting and teaching any prospective Keepers all there is to know about our home here in Central City," using the formal name for 'Skid Row' instead. "But... I encourage any with the knowledge and motivation, to challenge me for this position when the time is right. And for those who are unsure, I invite you to take on the role of Keeper. It will be my honor." With that, he passes the bone back to Silas. Dante doesn't seem too distressed by the sudden appearance of the critter. If anything, it help keeps that smile from Addison's words on his face.

<Clint> Gonna-Eat-That? turns his head, looking towards Billy. Head canted to the side with eyes following the mechanic. He points to himself and holds up a hand, flapping the fingers and thumb to make his hand 'talk'. Then points back and forth between them. When a funeral for Foebiter is mentioned, that nervous energy fades away and his head hangs a bit.

<Billy> Billy seems to be satisfied enough with Clint's pantomiming. He nods at the larger man and stops where he's at. He's allllllllmost close enough to talk, but the subject matter and mood of the meeting has changed a lot during his trip from way in the back. Later would indeed be better.

<Karissa> Karissa 's attention peaks again at the notice of the gathering to be had for Biter. Hunkering a bit - hiding their face for a time while the announcement's made.

<Ghostwalker> There is a Large Spirit Raccoon hovering over Addison along with Old Coyote tonight. Perhaps, it's the Spirits that tell him. Perhaps, its just his intuition, which is good as far as Garou go. For whatever reason, Addison turns around and looks in the direction of skittering paws.

Ghostwalker is still dressed in Biter's clothes, which smell like Biter. This took some courage, as Biter didn't always smell the best. His eyes go wide when he sees the little raccoon and then, under his glasses and his facepaint twist in a look of pain, grief, and apology when he looks right at the little critter. He mouths he name but doesn't speak. -Mapache-.

When Dante takes the floor however, Addison wrenches his face off of Mapa. There would be time for grieving later, as Liam said. He listens to Dante's announcement, lips slowly parting to show teeth.

Just as Silas is heading back in his direction Addison barks out. "You call that an acceptance speech?!" The Adren was cashing in his Ragabash points and speaking out of turn, as his auspice was sometimes allowed. Though such liberties had to be taken in moderation and used at just the right moment. Apparently Addison and Coyote thought this was the right moment.

The 'snarl' on Ghostwalker's face then twists into a grin. It's a little on the wilder side, and there are still tears in his eyes. "Naw. He totally kicked my ass." Addison says smugly, following with an upnod of bared throat towards Dante. Then, with a tone of genuine endearment, respect, and congratulations. "It's going to be great working with you. Always has been." And a little wider grin. "--And fun getting chewed out by Morena together."

<Beyond-The-Pale> d-The-Pale nods her head at Dante's words, giving a rolling chuckle at it. Not speaking up, but amusement shows in her expression. There's someone who may not have wanted the position as much as he *thought* he did...

<Niall> With Ariana excusing herself, Niall moves himself a bit closer to the front. He eyes the bone in contemplation.

<Dante Zimmer> Dante holds his hands up in mock surrender, grinning now. Of course, he isn't a Ragabash, so he doesn't speak out of turn, instead pointing to Addison and wagging his finger with a perked brow. 'Oh oh, don't get in trouble...' now trying his best to stifle a laugh.

<Silas> Silas exchanges a faint smile with his fellow City Farmer. A small nod. And then accepting back the curved rib bone, the Truthcatcher turns and continues on next back over to where his alpha had been standing. His gaze is on the resurfaced Bone Gnawer standing next to him: Parnell. But when Ghostwalker begins to speak out of turn, his gaze narrows somewhat at the Ragabash.

Silas' progress remains slow as ever over towards him. And his alpha has all but finished speaking by the time he manages to SMACK the bone into his hand. And he adds a solid thwack of his obsidian cane to the back of his alpha's knee. If it's locked in place, he's going to WOBBLE.

Once Ghostwalker has finished speaking, Silas shakes his head as he takes the bone back. And with a last 'look' he hands the Bone over to Parnell.

<Gabe> Blends-with-shadows doesn't really move from his position as the speakers talk. The Crinos' eyes are the only thing that moves, following from one speaker to the other. That is until there is a racoon? His eyes follow the racoon for a moment before shifting back to the bone and who holds it.

<Parnell> Parnell, as mentioned previously, is "dressed up" in a tweedy, professorial blazer (complete with brown leather elbow patches) worn over a collared khaki-colored work shirt. He has on slightly cleaner than usual jeans, and worn brown dress shoes with old laces. His messy chestnut hair has been tamed into something resembling neatness. He's even shaved. This is the tidiest anyone will ever see Mark Parnell, unless he's going on a date.

He steps up and grasps the bone between his ink-stained fingers. "I'm Mark Parnell. Squid to humans. Mightier-Than-The-Klaive to the Garou." Parnell's raspy voice carries well in the space. "Fostern Galliard and Frankweiler of the Bone Gnawers." He pauses. "A lot of you don't know me, but some of you do. Ten years ago, I fought and protected this Sept under the watchful eye of my mentor, Heavensight. After his passing, I've protected Exposition Park, on our southern flank, like my life depended on it. I know that place, and most of Los Angeles, better than I know the keys of my own typewriter."

He squints his faded denim blue eyes into the crowd. "While I'll continue to protect Expo Park, I now challenge for the position of Master of the Howl. Having fought with you all so recently, I was much inspired by Foebiter, the last of us to hold this position." Parnell pauses briefly out of respect. "I'll make sure the flow of information is as mighty as a river, and as controlled as /our/ river here in LA. I will lift my voice for you, and for the Barking Chain. Together, we will HOWL."

His voice gets extra loud there, echoing in the cavern. Parnell briefly bows his head and steps back, returning the bone to Silas.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk doesn't have the bone, and doesn't ask for it. However, there is a curious look to Parnell; certainly by this time, or through mention of Liam, he's heard of the 'guardians' of Exposition Park. There is a solid nod to Parnell, officially recognizing his challenge.

<Brandon> Brandon's distracted--maybe he's grief addled, maybe he's a little high, maybe he's distracted scoping out kinfolk, all three seem possible. He did pull himself together enough to give the Go-Phish a congratulatory thump high up the back (she's Crinos, so he doesn't have to be gentle), as well as giving Breaks-the-Web a quick glance when his challenge goes unsuccessful and immediately deciding his alpha does not need comforting. Gonna-Eat-That? gets a quick congratulations, hand slapping thigh. The matter of the Hunt, and Foebiter's memorial, is met blearily, not quite mourning, but not quite exultation: he smiles at Addison's description of the creche-to-be, and balks at the appearance of a raccoon spirit. Everything else is ignored, he shakes his head at it and blinks.

<Brett> Entering quietly is Brett, wearing a simple, unassuming button-up shirt in basic black and matching slacks. True to form, he's also wearing the weirdly-expensive hiking boots, carrying a duffel on a sling across a shoulder. Once he's found somewhere to sit and monitor, he proceeds to do both, remaining quiet. Kinfolk being kinfolk.

<Liam> Liam blinks as Parnell takes the bone and challenges for Master of Howl. Still, he seems pleased and he gives a small nod to his old friend in approval. The wave of attention is enough to get him to follow the subtle motion of a weaving raccoon. When he sees her take the news of Biter, the empathetic Alpha ends up slipping into the ebb and flow of people while the bone continues to be passed. Attention on the bone means no one will miss him as he very carefully finds and then scoops Mapa up with one hand, the other picking up her fries. He gives her a gentle and reassuring squeeze before simply toting the Kami back with him to his place of honor. The proceedings continue, good good, he was tooootally here the whole time..with a raccoon.

<Sarah> Sarah is quietly here, still looking sorrowful.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale's ears perk over toward Brett as the familiar man appears, starting to walk over in his direction. The bone is offered to her, but she apparently has nothing she needed to say, waving it off. Hopefully that won't later be regretted, but the addled one doesn't have a particular request or statement to make right now!

<Billy> Billy slips his hands back into his pockets, where they started the night, and shakes his head, his eyes downward. Nothing from that Fostern for now.

<Silas> It's a bittersweet moment to witness the newly-returned Parnell challenge for Master of the Howl. The position his pack-brother so briefly served. Though both are Bone Gnawers, the two stand in such contrast in their ways. Silas nods to him, retaking the bone.

The Truthcatcher pauses a moment, glancing across at Storms-at-Dusk. But that solid nod is enough - recognizing Parnell's challenge. And so he continues on to the Cliaths waiting to speak. It's a slow approach - but he first offers it to Eye-of-Winter's-Fury.

<Parnell> Parnell, wiping his brow as he steps back, meets Liam's gaze (though not too directly) and gives him a nod in return, half-smiling as he's acknowledged. They've yet to have any time alone, but it's still nice to be remembered. He does do a bit of a double-take as he returns with a raccoon, though, before he looks to whoever's next.

<Cedar> Cedar watches his Alpha pick up stray vermin with absolute wide-eyed befuddlement. Both that a Raccoon made it in here, and that it hasn't ended up some poor Lupus Lunch. -Completely unrelatedly-, Cedar takes a moment to see where Dusk is relative to Mapa.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk, for his part, doesn't seem interested in eating Mapa. That encounter probably already happened.

<Mapa> It is a sad, limp little raccoon that Liam comes back with. Mapa seems pleased for the comforting touch, especially with her stolen bevy of fries within an arm's reach where she can stuff her little paws, and then stuff her mouth. She seems quite comfortable, even after the sept alpha has settled back into his place of honor with her in tow! She'll happily curl up on his arm, cradle her fries lovingly, then go back to her quiet mourning.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> The Godi takes up the bone in her paw, studies it as she rises. Every septs bone was different, and storied. These were important things to care for and take in- and it was her first with this bone. She gives a grateful nod to Silas for the offering, and moves forward a pace to make her presence more visible. "When I came to this Sept as Anruth- I was seeking something. For most of my tribe, it is the Glory of Combat, and the Glory of a Good Death. For me, I am following the words of an great spirit for which I have no name- A great tree with thirteen branches. It told me to leave my home, and sow my seeds elsewhere so that strong roots would build stronger trees."

Her gaze crosses the room to Liam, but settles on Ghostwalker, who wore Foebiter's clothes in his honor. "I believe that place is here. I have never witnessed elsewhere a wolf so sincere, living in his truth, and bringing strength to others as Foebiter. In only a brief week, he showed me the measure of the heroes that this sept can produce- and will continue to produce. And so if you will have me- I offer my own strength to the Sept of the Smiling Angel, and call quits my days as Anruth. This is where my strength will best foster others, and be sharpened in turn." She continues to hold the bone, only pausing for a moment as she speaks for a response from the rest of the Sept, and its Alpha.

<Nathan> Silent for most of the Moot after the Warder Challenge, Nathan sees Liam... with a raccoon.

"What?" Is the only semi-quiet word he manages to get out as he sees the sight, flatly, with a hint of surprise... and those Shadow Lord Lupus eyes just... stare at Mapa.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale has seen odder than Liam with a raccoon. For her part, the fact a raccoon was wandering about was barely a blip on the radar of 'strangeness'. If anything, the fact said raccoon had brought *fries* with it was weirder. Spirits don't have fry places. Hmmmm. Still, that double-take was barely that as she settles into a low stance beside Brett. Not standing tall and dwarfing him.

<Brett> With quite a lot of context missing, Brett absorbs what details he can, looking from one speaking party to the next, although he does regard Beyond-the-Pale, gesturing to them briefly with a raise of his chin, edging to one side, as if making more room than the minimal space he's using.

<Ghostwalker> Addison takes a moment to recover from being smacked by Silas, though he laughs horsely at the point of impact rather than yelps. At the end of the exchange with Dante he's laughing even with tears in his eyes. Crazy, crazy, Coyote Kids. Panell's stepping forward stills his laughter. To saw Ghostwalker had a certain connection to the last Masters of the Howl would be an understatement. His lips hang open. Poor Parnell probably didn't know what he was getting into.

Before that's even done. The Winter Giant steps forward to formally declare her desire to join the Sept in something of an echo of the same declaration he'd made over a year ago. Few in these days were so formal. He glances up to Coyote with a squint, as if wondering what to make of this.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk seems to give his nod of approval to the Get declaring for the sept, looking over at Liam and Mapa. If anything, the lupus finds the traditional ways a breath of fresh air; it's how he did his declaration too. And, still not wanting to snack the critter.

<Silas> Silas stands in patient silence as Eye-of-Winter's-Fury holds onto the bone. He inclines his head with her dedication to the Sept. Still a recent arrival himself - as his British accent has made clear through the night. He casts a sharp glance off at Nathan. But the single word is not enough to earn anything further, it seems. He looks to the Get of Fenris, waiting for her to continue.

<Brandon> Brandon listens to the Get announcing her desire to join the Sept, and welcomes her to the Sept with a borderline confrontational nod, as one does with Get. He shrugs at Breaks-the-Web's question: he certainly doesn't have any explanation for it. He turns an equally unquestioning gaze on Addison's sudden laughter.

<Clint> When the Alpha returns, Gonna-Eat-That? edges in closer and leans a bit. Ever so slowly, and very carefully reaches out an upturned hand to offer a, as gentle as he can be, rub with a knuckle between Mapa's ears then he pulls his hand back to continue listening to what members of the Sept have to say. Billy get's another nod with a thumbs up. He already knows.

<Liam> Liam, looking like the world's crunchiest hippy with his forest friend steps forward once more when addressed so formally. There is still a traditionalist buried in there somewhere and he holds his hand to Silas to receive the bone for a moment, when granted he says, "I am Peacekeeper, Alpha of the Sept of the Smiling Angle, and of the pack Silverhoof. Your offer is accepted, Eye-of-Winter's-Fury, you are Anruth no longer, but member of this Sept. May we be stronger together than apart," with that done, he passes the bone back, using only the one arm to carry Mapa and her fries. The looks he gets may be seen but he doesn't seem to acknowledge them beyond that.

<Corey> Corey, for the record, thinks Mapa is quite cute. She even says so, clutching her hands together and resting her cheek against the top of her knuckles. "Awwww, so cute!" See? Told you.

<Alicia> Alicia continues to watch and listen to each person as they get up and speak their piece to the sept.

<Brett> There's a glance towards Beyond-the-Pale as Brett gives a quiet, subvocal affirmative or positive reply to whatever it was which may have been communicated, then he goes inert again, his visible confusion growing with every passing moment.

<Mapa> It would be easy for Mapa to ignore the eyes on her, if it weren't for Nathan vocalizing his confusion. She looks up from her precious bag of comfort-fries as she feeds another into her nibbling mouth to lock eyes with Nathan for a moment, but then knuckle between her ears draws her away from whatever anxiety the attention might garner. Clint receives a quiet little chirrup of gratitude and a wide-eyed glance. And then its back to casually resting upon Liam's arm and nibbling on her fries.

<Silas> It's a slow moment as Silas carries the bone over for Liam to speak. It builds anticipation. His gaze lingers on the raccoon in the Sept Leader's arms. But once the Sept Leader has spoken, he turns and carries it back over without a backward glance. Though as Corey dares speak out of turn, he stops. He fixes a sharp, narrowed gaze on her and considers approaching with his cane. But when she doesn't speak further, he continues on. Slowly. At last, Eye-of-Winter's-Fury will recieve the bone back.

<Brandon> Brandon is impatient by nature, but somehow watching Silas slowly walk the bone around is like a listening to a slowly increasing drumroll. He whispers something approving to his pack, even pointing.

<Eye-Of-Winter's-Fury> "But... I also would like to raise a concern." She takes a breath, looks about to those gathered as she speaks. It seemed she has approval. Winter continues, Fenris's presence on her steeling her with resolve, "When I awoke to Gonna-Eat-That's touch-" A nod and slight bow is given in gesture of appreciation to the metis, "-I saw Garou standing against Garou, with most of the namebreakers dead, and- I think justly- smeared across the floor for fighting with silver and attempting to keep us from our sacred duty to Gaia." Another pause, this one shorter, and she adjusts her posture, ensuring that bristle was just right for her bearing. "There is no challenge in this. No pointing of fingers, passing of blame. We are beyond that, and barking at each other won't bring wisdom or strength. But what I heard from those who told the tales was more of what I woke to. We did not stand unified. We broke to an intruder, and we were weaker for it at that moment. I myself charged straight into silver without order or heed- and had I not, maybe I would have been able to help with what came after, and I've found that wisdom in my defeat." Another breath, "Unity makes us strong, that's why we run in packs. I think that we should look in on ourselves and find why it is that we broke down- what we could have done better for the future, and teach one another what we saw. We could have easily lost far more."

It was an honest appeal, and with it said, she hands the bone back to Shot-In-The-Dark, "Thank you, Shot-Rhya."

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale glances upward at Brett at the man's continued confusion, back to the discussions. Back at Brett. At least there's translations for the kinfolk somewhere, but translating words probably still leaves a lot of confusing *context*. Reassuing huff of air, quietly, is offered to Brett. She'll have to explain later.

<Silas> Silas stands in respectful silence as Eye-of-Winter's-Fury speaks. He seems unsurprised the Get's words, though he still gives a slight arch of a brow. He makes no further response. And when she has finished speaking at last, he receives the bone back with a nod.

The pause for reflection lingers, letting those recent words linger in the air, as he makes his way over to the next Cliath. He stops before Hiss-of-Gorgons and offers the bone forward.

<Brandon> Brandon receives the second part of Winter's speech much more poorly than the first. He's diffusely angry--it's a full moon, it doesn't take much. But he doesn't have the bones, and he doesn't say anything.

<Hiss-of-Gorgons> As the bone is taken from Silas's grasp she will offer him a polite nod of respect before Hiss-of-Gorgons turns to look at the assembled. "For those who do not know me, I am Hiss-of-Gorgons, daughter of Blade-of-the-Hesperides and great granddaughter of Fury-of-the-Fates. All of my forebears are great women descended from Hestia of Delos, first wielder of Skirnir and a pillar of our great Nation." Any of the Black Furies present would likely have heard of her bloodline, one of the purest. A line of great wyrmslayers dating back to ancient Greece, a throwback to a bygone era and Temple of Artemis to the last.

"My family never wanted anything to do with the Sept but I am here now to join my cause to yours. Your enemies will become my enemies. Your sorrow my sorrow. Your pain, my pain. My victories will be our victories." After her introduction she turns to look at Liam, and then to Dusk. "If the Challenge for Wyrm Foe has not been settled; because one has fled and the other failed to accomplish their aims, then I would step forward to submit myself as a Challenger as well."

Once more Hiss-of-Gorgons turns to look then to the rest of the Sept. "I do this not out of pride, but from a place of humility and reverance of sacred tradition. In the short time I have observed, I have seen hubris and pride. These are dangerous emotions, and those that go unchecked will fester until this once hallowed ground becomes a breeding place for tragedy. Remember the threat of Black Spirals. Remember that they too were once werewolves who fell to their pride and though you may not believe it, even now I hear their distant howls growing closer. As Challenger for Wyrm Foe I will prove to you my devotion to tradition and duty."

<Sarah> Sarah is quietly here, listening to each person as they speak. The small pregnant kin continues to have an expression of haunted sorrow, suggesting she is mourning. She looks to Hiss-of-Gorgons when she speaks, seemingly curious how that will go. She finally summuned up th energy to be a little curious.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk acknowledges the words, but looks over to Liam for his response. It's clear that the Master of Challenges isn't aware of this new arrival as of yet.

<Piper> While Brandon's words may have distracted her, Go-Phish hears enough of Winter's words to straighten up, jaw clenched as if she doesn't quite agree, but not her time to speak just yet. As the Truthcatcher comes over with the bone to the new fury though, she tilts her head curiously as she proclaims of hubris and pride and then challenges for Wyrmfoe herself. " Interesting. "

<Brandon> Brandon's irritation takes him right through Hiss-of-Gorgon's introduction as well. He stares at her, as she lists her lineage, and then stares at Niall, when she challenges for Wyrmfoe. Then as she rails on the sept's hubris and pride, he stares all over, to see if he can spy who it is she might be talking about.

<Gabe> Still unmoving from his spot in the flickering shadows, Blends-With-Shadows doesn't move more than his eyes as the bone moves from person to persons. The later two speakers cause the Crinosed Ragabash's brow to raise ever so slightly.

<Clint> Gonne-Eat-That? bows his head slightly to Freya when she mentions him. His head tilts slowly to the side as he listens. Far enough that one ear flops over. After Hiss-of-Gorgons speaks he looks towards Liam with an arched brow.

<Everlee> E'vee leans into Sarah and whispers softly in her ear. Her attention then returns to the proceedings at hand. Dark hazel eyes travel slowly over the gathered, gauging reactions to words being said. She looks a little confused for a moment and then glances at Gonna-Eat-That?.

<Silas> Silas does appear somewhat surprised as the fresh new arrival challenges for Wyrmfoe scarcely a breath after seeking to join the Sept. The Glass Walker further stares at her when she declares against the hubris and pride of the Sept - his expression unreadable. He glances off from Storms-at-Dusk to Liam. And he will carry the bone as needed. Silent drumroll building. There's a sharp glance off at Piper. The Fool will be kept busy with the little pranks that need follow - but nothing that he needs to address.

Once the Sept Leader has had his chance with the bone, the Truthcatcher casts his gaze off across the gathering once more. With no further Garou attempting to catch his notice, he continues on to offer the Bone at last to a Kinfolk of the Glasswalkers. Brett.

<Beyond-The-Pale> Beyond-The-Pale shuffles over to make sure Brett has the space, to ensure it's clear that he's holding the bone and not her. Her exhale at Illyana is quiet, not a word. Just a snort. Although *specifically* to which part might be... tricky to tell.

<Ghostwalker> The Caller of the Wyld has resumed nursing his Pedialyte. If he has even slept since the Great Hunt it would be a wonder. When the Black Fury emerges to roar her Challenge for Wyrmfoe, he also glances to Niall. His gaze returns soon enough to the Fury. He doesn't need to look long, though, to see that she is a Daughter of Pegasus. The Adren glances between the Truthcatcher, the Master of Challenges, then the Sept Alpha.

<Karissa> Karissa seems a bit frozen - looking up as Hiss-Of-Gorgons gives their introduction and challenge - she seems a bit astonished. Gingerly trying not catch their gaze or look directly at them. Instead just listening to their vocals before hiding their head within their lap once more.

<Gabe> "Sorry" Blends-with-shadows speaks up, calling his Ragabash prerogative. "Maybe join the Sept, then wait a bit before you challenge for a position. Doesn't that seem a bit premature?" He folds his arms over his chest as he peers at the two newcomers.

<Liam> Liam blinks slowly at the speech and he looks to Dusk with perhaps the same silent question. When the bone comes to him, he again uses his free hand to take it, leaving the poor grief-fry eating raccoon to do so in the crook of his other arm. Plenty of experience holding weight there and all! It takes a moment before he gathers his thoughts, perhaps listening to the voices in his head for a moment before he brings his gaze to bear to the Sept. "It is within tradition that anyone may challenge for an open position, there are ...unspoken rules about challenging outside of one's rank, but that doesn't extend to a newcomer," he says to start. "That said, Hiss-of-Gorgons, the current remaining challenger for Wyrmfoe has neither renounced his pursuit or been disqualified - the Challenge simply continues. I admire your ambition, but I'll admit this is unusual circumstance with the Challenge ongoing -" Gabe speaking up earns a Sept Dad Look - but he banked on the correct thing being a New Moon, and the outburst is...ignored, "With the Challenge ongoing, and you making your introduction and a Challenge at once. I will confer with my Master of Challenge, and we will debate the Litany until we have come to an agreement on how to - or if to - receive your Challenge as well."

<Silas> Silas pauses and sighs somewhat as Gabe interrupts his approach from Liam to the next speaker. The Truthcatcher approaches him slowly. One can almost hear the Jaws theme playing in the background. He lifts the bone in front of his face, showing it to him. And then he gives him a sharp little prod in the stomach with his cane. Not enough to hurt - just to knock the wind out of him slightly. Then with a last 'look', he continues on.

<Silas> s will give Hiss-of-Gorgons a brief chance to respond with the bone before taking it over to the Kinfolk.

<Hiss-of-Gorgons> "You have my respect and gratitude Alpha. I will await your decision with patience." Hiss-of-Gorgons replies with a polite bow of submission before stepping back.

<Ghostwalker> Addison peers across the Heart to Gabe. His face splits with a grimace, his hands spread apart, one of them still holds an empty Pedialyte Bottle. With his hands spread apart he gives an exaggerated shrug. He returns to watching how this will play out... curiously.

<Brett> After receiving the bone and listening to Liam speak, Brett gives a deep, courteous bow as he rises to his full height. Leveling his eyes at the crowd, he speaks, his voice steady and his posture a little stiff. "Thank you, all of you," he says, "My name is Brett Raymond Parker, descended from the kinfolk of Moscow." He clears his throat before continuing. "We are, one and all, proud to be of the Glass Walker lineages and stand with our people, their allies and those who would suffer if we falter."

With a deep breath, he continues. "Through effort and struggle, I have built a small, valuable empire. The keys to it belong first to the Nation, then myself." He holds up a bronze doorkey, at least a century old. "The hotel in downtown Los Angeles, you may have seen it: Luxury-1. There are two sisters to it, one in Miami and the other in Las Vegas." He even points in their respective directions. "Money from them funnels this direction. The cash coffers aren't the focus. The hotel is." He then nods to Liam. "I offer you this: the strength of a hotel. It's more than rooms and room cleaners. It's a fleet of shuttle buses who can deliver any amount of materiel and personnel anywhere in the city." He holds up the key. "Rooms for ten Septs, minimum, and more to spare. Food, both stored and fresh. Produce growing in our lobby and along our corridors, courtesy of the good people at the Corporate Wolves who shared my vision." He smiles proudly.

"Any of the People who have need of shelter, it is there. My political prowess, expertise and capabilities, also yours. I've toppled empires and sent kings to paupers' graves, in a manner of speaking. Aim me at our foes and I will do my best." He gives a firm nod, then holds out the brass key to the alpha, taking a knee as he does so. "The keys to the kingdom, yours." He remains silent thereafter, holding his breath.

<Mapa> Mapa can't help the little chirrup that ripples out of her when she's passed from arm to arm! The noise about a challenge draws her glassy, sorrowful eyes up from her dwindling bag of fries to blink curiously at Hiss-of-Gorgons, and Gabe in turn. Liam's explanation draws her head rolling back to gaze up at him-- and then its right back to her fries to finish them off, and keep paying quiet attention to the goings-on of the moot.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk nods in agreement with Liam.

Once Brett has said his piece, Silas will hand the bone to the last speaker of the night, Sarah.

<Brandon> Brandon claps for this, presumably partially for discounted hotel rooms, but primarily for the sense of the theatre. It isn't the above-his-head enthusiasm of earlier. It's slow and building, and ends in a point and some whispers to those around him.

<Sarah> Sarah takes the bone in her small hands even as she steps up. She is still in the wrinkled smocked summer dress that leaves room for her swollen stomach. She had stepped away from Everlee who she was still near in order to speak. "Thank you for letting me talk." She says, sucking in a soft breath. Her dark is haunted. She has dark circles beneath her eyes. "I am trying to gather my words and I am not the best at this or at my best right now. I will save my stories of Bites or his funeral, but I have so much to say for not...please please respect his statue and don't try to remove any parts from such. I mean it is not my place to say, but please please don't even think about with also talking to Addison-rhya first."

<Gabe> Blends-With-Shadows takes the prodding by Silas with a little wuff, and then shrugs his big furry shoulder. He had said his peace, he wasn't going to continue.

<Sarah> Sarah hands the bone back to Silas quickly as if knowing that kinfolk shouldn't talk long at a moot.

<Gabe> Blends-With-Shadows turns and looks at Sarah with an expression of 'What?!' Then looks around the Heart to see if anyone looks disappointed by that request...like who was actually going to try and take a piece of Biter?

<Brandon> Brandon's excited discussion with his pack gets sidetracked quickly by Sarah. His mood dampens. He assents to her prohibition with a fierce grunt and a quick look around to see if there's anyone objecting.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Letting Sarah's words hang in the air for a moment, as if making sure her words are clearly heard by all... Silas casts his green gaze over across the gathered Sept one last time, searching for any others who would seek to take their turn with the Bone. But finding no one at last, he plants one end of bone on the ground. It's a rather large thing for a Homid to attempt to break. But angling it there against the stone floor, he takes a firm grip and slams his foot into its flat side to break the curved rib in half. The official business of the Sept is concluded.

With that, the Sept moves on into the less-structured, free-form time of Songs and Stories. Of which the newly-minted Talesinger will take point.

<Only-Ghosts> Ever the silent watcher, Only-Ghosts-Behind-Him doesn't involve himself in the official business of the sept, choosing to instead let the younger generation conduct their affairs. There is a swell of pride seeing each and every challenger acknowledged, and still more who seek position with the sept. As the bone cracks, the aging Chumash man walks up to Liam, clasping a hand on the Alpha's shoulder. A reassuring squeeze. A look of pride. Nothing more needs to be said in this moment, the scarred man then turning towards the center of the heart. There's no official visitors across the moon bridge tonight.

<Ghostwalker> Addison, over in his corner of the Sept Officer line-up, simmers coldly at the idea of someone harvesting his Brother for 'spare parts'. He keeps it together, but his eyes scan the room with an icy-snake glare, as if to suggest that, should someone try, there would be Curses.

<Piper> "Sept... it's my privilege and honor to sing you a tale tonight... the tale of our combined victory on this latest Great Hunt and the challenges and sacrifices we faced to ensure it.

When Only-Ghosts declared the Great Hunt was coming and the prey none other than the terrifying Nexus Crawler and it's toxic Blight Seed in Old Chinatown. It was clear this most sacred Rite would be the perfect proving grounds for our Wyrmfoe contenders: Cracks-the-Skull and Wrath of Danu. The two were to gather their war packs and prove their tactical knowledge and Leadership.

When the day of the battle came, Wrath of Danu gathered Callum, Eyes of Winter's Fury, Falling Petals, Mightier than the Klaive, Mina, Mends-All-Scars and Tater-Tot. Along with them came Coyote's Black Coil Pack with Ghostwalker, Shot-in-the-Dark, Foebiter and their ally, Eats-Her-Words.

Following under Cracks the Skull were Black Thumb, Brightens-the-Day, Rollercoaster and myself.

Also with the warparty came Unicorn's Silverhoof Pack with Peacekeeper and Gonna-Eat-That, with Storms-at-Dusk accompanying them. Worlds-Within-Her came as well, to guard us from the dangers of the Deep Umbra.

Gatekeeper Only-Ghosts and a Warder challenger Breaks-the-Web saw off the hunting party, staying behind to secure the Bawn with the help of many others including a pack of Bone Gnawers up from FDR and Pigeon Pack under Dante Zimmer's leadership. For each of you that remained home, sacrificing glory for honor, to ensure no harm came to our home or our kin, we thank you. No threat to the Caern emerged that night, but if there had I'm sure you would have been valiant.

Indeed, the work our guardians and warden candidates had put in patrolling in the weeks leading up to the Hunt ensured that the path through the Umbra towards our prey was clear. It was only on the edge of Chinatown where the noxious taint of the Wyrm grew thick and we paused for last minute instructions from Peacekeeper and both potential Wyrmfoes to be. I raised my voice in an Anthem of War, reminder of our Sept's long history and why we fight. Our Master of Howl, Foebiter, added in his own stirring howl.

Our resolve strengthened and our goals clear, we continued on to our prey: The vile Nexus Crawler and its Blight Seed hunkering down in Old Chinatown, its taint growing and corrupting the area since Endron's attacks last year. The Umbra was desolate, no signs of spirits save for corrupted pattern spiders sowing entropy instead of order. Not even the normal banes dare tread here, replaced instead with Wyrm Elementals: Hoglings (Smog), Furmlings (Balefire), H'rugglings (Sludge) and Wakshaani (Toxins). The closer we got towards the heart of the evil, the more noxious the air, stinging the eyes and ears and lungs of any not blessed with gifts to resist it.

Finally, we found ourselves on our fighting ground: The Bamboo Plaza, a multi story shopping center as decrepit and tainted as the rest of this stretch of the umbra, inside dark save for any light we brought ourselves. The source of the noxious fumes was clear enough, a hole in the 'roof', and that is where we went. The packs split into ranged attackers in the back while the vanguard proceeded forward in two groups, one under each Wyrmfoe. The melee fighters descended into the pit without fear and it was then the Nexus crawler appeared with the most horrendous shriek, collapsing the entrance and raining rubble down upon our ranged fighters while the front-line was face to face with the impossibly horrific visage of the Nexus Crawler and all it's many appendages: tentacled, clawed, barbed, scythed, taloned and others too strange to name.

The sight was enough to shake a few even hardened warriors, Cracks-the-Skull was overtaken by the Fox and I found myself frozen in terror for the moment, but most of our fighters held firm and began to fight with all they had as the backline dug themselves out of the rubble. Black Thumb with his razor claws drew first Essence from the Blighted Horror while on another of it's entirely too many sides, Wrath of Danu's war pack set to Gnarling a weaker spot to attack with a vengeance.

The smoke thickened and many struggled to breath, but still we fought with all the claws we could while Mightier than the Klaive Distracted the Crawler as only a galliard can and Ghostwalker hurled his Curse at the enemy, but the enemy was not alone. Hordes of terracotta warriors emerged, their faces jagged and horrific, extending into helmets of flesh and bone. Our ranged fighters had finally dug themselves free from the rubble and readied to attack this new wave of Wyrm-creatures when... REALITY ITSELF SHUDDERED.

The Umbra seemed to unravel around us. Only by the blessings of our determination and our rage it seemed we were able to hang on and not be ripped away with it! The mall shattered! Glass and concrete falling down like snow. The toxic almond fog that had plagued our lungs turned quickly into gasoline and the gas ignited into fires all around. The scrags and corrupted pattern spiders exploded. Pandemonium reigned for the minutes-in-seconds disaster timing.

And then... we found our feet, in a post-apocalyptic capitalist winter-horrorshow of a ruined mall. The Nexus Crawler was grievously injured, partially discorporated, half-returned to its translucent inky vapor form. We were all coated in blood, ash, bits of glass, and remnants of toxic air, but we survived and our Hunt was not over and turns out we were not alone!

Namebreakers!

They descended from the sky, daring to order us to Turn Back! and branding us as Trespassers, for pursuing Gaia's desired target of our Great Hunt. Some hesitated, but Eyes of Winters Fury, Black Thumb, Roller Coaster and myself charged on, the end to the Nexus Crawler so close we could taste it. We would not, COULD not let the Hunt fail.

The Willworker tried to stop us, even turning the falling glass into silver and assaulting us. Eyes of Winter's Fury fell, incapacitated. Black Thumb, already injured, was also pinned by the massive onslaught of silver. Though gravely injured, Roller-Coaster and I fought on and the Ahroun's claws tore into the Nexus Crawler, unleashing a wave of blistering hot heat and an unearthly shriek echoing through several planes of existence as he destroyed it. We were victorious, but the danger was not over!

Faced with Silver Users, Namebreakers... Storms-at-Dusk threw himself at the lead mage, dire wolf fangs dealing great harm, but not killing her outright. Not for lack of trying. Ghostwalker called out "Not Wyrm", a bid for some potential diplomacy and Foebiter followed his alpha's lead and temporarily pinned Dusk, with some attempted help from Roller-coaster.

But Silver had already been used, the Veil already at risk and so the Philodox fought on with all the rage he could muster. One of the Silver-Thrower's accomplices kicked Falling-Petals in the head and immediately incapacitated the Crinos formed Ahroun, but Mina arrived to avenge Petals and tore the kicker literally in two.

Brightens-the-Day attempting to calm things, brought out her Harmony Flute, but not even spirit music could calm the wrath in hearts of both the garou fighting and the Willworkers themselves and the fight raged on.

One of the Namebreakers brought out a flaming spear and jabbed its burning blade into Dusk's side. As the mages continued to fight, Foebiter turned to finish the job Dusk started, charging at the Silver-Thrower, but she let out a profane curse and TURNED HIM INTO SILVER!!! Even as his body hardened, his desire to fight did not slacken. Even as his muscles froze into solid silver, he aimed his rapidly increasing metallic mass at the Namebreaker and crushed her under his weight! Coyote's child truly getting a last trick and bringer of his own vengeance.

The shocking loss of Foebiter drove several of the fighters to Frenzy. Dusk, Roller-coaster, Brightens-the-Day. The Flaming Spear Wielder continued to fight, but would be no match for Dusk's wrath.

Peacekeeper, true to his name, sped to place himself between the frenzied Roller-coaster and the remaining mage who offered honorable surrender. Peacekeeper used his gifts to order the Ahroun out of his berserk state. Cracks-the-Skull and Gonna-eat-that joined with our Peacekeeper to contain Dusk and Brightens-the-Day, ensuring even in frenzy there would not be a Litany violation for defying the Alpha's orders, the surrendered would be protected. Tater-tot moved to help as well, but Cracks-the-Skull FLUNG Brightens-The-Day at Dusk and the Fury combined with the massive Gnawer Metis managed to grapple the two until their rage died down. The Battle at last was over.

While there was the struggle over the last Namebreaker's honorable surrender, Ghostwalker fled to his fallen packmate's side in time for the Master of Howl to whisper his final words. Words I share with you now. " I love you. Remember to have fun. "

While we are shocked at his loss that came too soon and we will always remember his Glory and his Honor, we should also remember that final Wisdom he shared. Love and Fun. He loved his packmates and his sept and would always be there when they needed him. He loved his auspice duties and would never back down from a fight. He loved Gaia and rejoiced in her creations. Foebiter said many times before he had a dharma and knew that he would die in battle. As Gaia's warriors, it's a fact that most of us will die in battle but he was even more sure of his fate. We all just wish it hadn't been so soon.

Remember that Foebiter went out fighting and remember him by honoring those words. Love each other as he loved. And have fun. Rejoice. We fight for Gaia and that's noble and wonderful. There will be hardships and sacrifices and mistakes along the way, but don't let them overshadow the victories. Because while we lost a dear friend to so many, our Great Hunt was a success and this pleases Gaia. We even defeated the Silver Wielding Namebreakers who tried to stop us. He would have been the first and the loudest singing about the victory. Sing for him and have fun."

It's not an easy thing to tell of a Great Hunt. The story is long with many highs and many lows and Go-Phish as she sings the tale tries her best to find the participants in the crowd as she names them. The song is much more than a song and becomes partial re-enactment as the Galliard dances out the approach through Chinatown, the ferocious attacks each Garou gave and the terrors that they fought through along the way including reality itself shifting, but they fought on. When the battle was over, the story doesn't stop, but she stands still as she speaks, looking to Black Coil and Ghostwalker in particular as she shares what he had recounted of Foebiter's last words and then she turns to address the Sept as a whole with the request to remember Love and Fun. Finally, the song is done. The effort was clearly an exertion, but she stands tall as she turns to give a bow of her head and cede the floor back over to the Truthcatcher.

<Jag> As the story's being told, Jag transforms into her Homid form. To be able to murmur explanations as needed to Brett now and again. Much easier to explain it in *that* language, after all, to a human.

<Liam> Liam ends up finding a bit of jerky in his pocket and 'forgetting it' on his arm as Piper tells the tale of the Hunt. Mapa is turned into an emotional support raccoon as the end of Biter is told and the Sept Alpha sheds a tear for the final words of his dear brother. When the song is sung, he is able to smile again, reminded of the great progress of this Sept.

<Gabe> As Piper's song telling of the battle comes to a close, Blends-With-Shadows lets out a small howl at the end in remembrance of his tribemate.

<Jag> "What came of thye one who surrendered?" calls Jag, once the story has been told. Hands to her mouth, the woman makes sure that this is heard clearly.

<Sarah> Sarah listens as Piper's tell the tale of the hunt and to the kin who wasn't there, it means the world to her to learn of it. She sucks in a few soft rapid breaths and her dark lashes are dance once again.

<Corey> "Alive, but badly injured. I don't know for certain if he survived his wounds or not, but he was still breathing when we left," Corey offers to Jag. She looks towards the Sept leadership for confirmation. The young Philodox is mostly good at not speaking out of turn. Adorable raccoons are one weakness.

<Storms-at-Dusk> Dusk elects for his homid form, in lieu of his birth form, as he listens to Piper's tale. There's a wide smile as he folds his arms, nodding his head. "Our choice was right," affirming the selection of the Talesinger.

<Everlee> E'vee perks up a brow as Sarah steps away, bone in hand. Her words bring a frown to the Gnawer Kin's features. Dark hazel eyes flick around, taking in the body language of those gathered. Piper pulls her attention as she begins to spin the tale of the Hunt. Silent and slack jawed with awe, pride, and sadness, E'vee listens, caught up in the song until, at least, it ends. Her body sinks back to her heels. She had even known she'd been pulled up onto her toes by the power of the Piper. She manages to flash a simple 'good job' smile her way.

<Ghostwalker> Ghostwalker turns somewhat somber again as the tale is told. When Biter's last words are spoken, his eyes drift to Mapa, then the Brandon. He stares at he fire as the tale goes on. Only when Jag calls out does Ghostwalker lift his head and eyes again. "Yes." He says, he seconds Jag, teeth bared. "What became of the Last Witch?"

<Liam> Liam follows Brett as he speaks to him and to the Sept at large, the promise of strength in unity is always a way to a Coggie's heart. The Alpha seems intrigued as well, "It is a great boon you bring to the table, I am pleased we can be another home for you, I hope that in working together we can build on community and bridges," he says while taking the key in his free hand if only so he can tug Brett to his feet, "King's just my last name, you don't gotta kneel man," he chuckles and hopefully gives him a lil brush off the shoulers. "C'mon, there's a whole lot of work to do, let's get to it," he offers with a smile to the kinfolk. (to be inserted...earlier)

<Gabe> Moot over, Gabe shifts back down to homid and stands, walking over to one of the crates of bottles that he and Jag brought down earlier. He grabs two of them from the crate and then slowly walks back over back to where he was sitting as he watches and listens.

<Mapa> Mapa blinks at the jerky, then up to Liam, and then back to the jerky. This goes on for a few seconds-- just long enough for her to justify snagging it and feeding one of its chewy ends into her busy little maw as she listen to the tale. But whatever salty pleasures the jerky gives her are forgotten immediately, when the rapturous story turns to the death of her friend. She swallows what's left in her mouth, the unceremoniously lets the rest drop from her hands onto the floor as Liam squeezes her for comfort. She'll trill out a mournful little noise as he does, then turns her into the shadow of his arm to hide her face as she's taken by a fit of sniffling.

<Brett> Once the key is freed from his hand, Brett holds up the duffel he's been lugging all over the place. "Well, my last Sept, it was pretty formal, as regards we Kinfolk." He pauses before he adds, "Additionally, this is a lot of complimentary rooms, with a buffered fifty dollar budget for room service, plus pool access after nine o'clock at night." No sense wasting access during the daylight hours on night-owls, really. Judging from the size of the bag, there's at least fifty or so laminated cards on lanyards. "Written on the back of them is a keyword for use with the concierge, not the check-in desk. When you use it, you will have priority access to me. If you use it at the check-in desk, not so much." He gives a nod and sets the duffel on the floor. "Anyone who wants one, take one. It's on the honor system, though." Meaning: if someone took two, that's a thing they're choosing to do.. in front of their alpha.

<Billy> Billy is just as excited as the next person to have their name mentioned in tale and song, but he doesn't show TOO much excitement as he knows where this tale goes. When he is recognized for inflicting the first wound on the Nexus Crawler he silently raises and pumps a fist, a subdued and muted cheer for Black Thumb, whom he is. When the charge to prevent their prey's escape is described, he lowers his head, letting it hange there through the rest of the tale.

<Raccoon> 'Uncle' Raccoon manifested in the world with the rest of the spirits during the Calling. As the bone is snapped, many make their return home, but this one lingers on to hear the story as only a Talesinger can tell it. Their existence is tenuous, and their appearance is uncanny - it is less like an actual raccoon of flesh and blood and fur, and more a hallucination of round shapes and a dark mask and busy little hands. That mask is turned downward by sadness. Raccoon perches atop their own totem statuette, and addresses the crowd with gestures that are understood by all. The busy little hands speak volumes.

< I knew that he would die here... That was his fate. But, I did not know that he would /live/ here so well. He knew enough happiness here to make those three bad years feel very far away.>

< I loved him. He loved you. Thank you for taking care of my boy.> Uncle Raccoon's busy hands grow still, and his gaze turns down. He dissolves back in to the umbra beyond, like tears dissolving in to the sea.

The Sept then continues to talk and tell stories, before the revel takes them into the umbra of the city...

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