All but swelling up in happiness at Gabriel's praise of her spiritcraft, Deerstalker gestured at Micky's spread, head bobbing agreeably, "Our alpha can do things to meat that would make an animal jump onto our claws. You missed the last feast we owed you. Please at least taste this one as you share your news."
If she could get them to settle down long enough to eat something. maybe she could get a question or one or two or three answered by the time they vanished on their mysterious errand. That was the hope. The blonde remained seated with difficulty, fighting the urge to hover and start shooting off those questions right now now now.
With a wolf's hesitance to waste food, Deer Stalker had set her plate of food to one side when the strangers arrived, waiting in a crouch for her alpha's word to strike. That was before they had stated their formal titles, the words tugging at other words until a veritable tumble of them flitted behind her dark eyes. Oh. Oh wow. These two were umbral manipulating legends, the kind of weaver she had wanted to be after her Change and started learning about it. A kind of dopey grin bloomed on her lips for all that these two were Definitely Not Garou, the kind of happy that would have her wagging her tail if she happened to have one at the moment.
"They're old allies. Old and powerful and binders of the spirits," she spoke aloud, obviously starstruck into forgetting her fancy new pack voice, "There wouldn't be a caern here today if not for them. Something drove the spirits into a frenzy we could not sooth. Until they came and in a day and a night and much risk to their own lives put an end to it without killing the spirits. Set the wards in place so that it wouldn't happen again."
Deer-Stalker nodded happily, thoughts running behind her eyes like a pack on the run, a thousand and one curiosities demanding release, "You asked the spirits to not let us hear you, didn't you? That's how you did it, right? Also, hi. I'm Deer Stalker."
The Return of a Arete was a surprisingly quiet affair. The Caern had some visitors in the first week. Garou, mostly because of Oracles that had recorded the massive surge in spiritual power in the area, but none could name the spirit responsible, and wisely, the Pack had been counseled to not provide the name. It couldn't be coerced from them, and those who tried to do so quickly found themselves removed from the Caern, and barred from entry.
After a full week, there'd been no truly serious Wyrm activity beyond what was normal for the area, and the last of the visitors had finally left, leaving the Caern and pack to itself. Of course the other pack in the city knew nothing of the nature of the new benefactor of the Caern of the Lone Star, only that their ritemaster had sworn a blood oath on their behalf to aid the Lone Star should the need arise.
While their commitment wasn't so high to them, The Lone Star pack promised to aid the Golden Feathers should they require it. It was this promise that saw Clarity and Sophia working together with the Golden Feathers pack to track down an elusive spirit that hasd been causing problems on the northern reaches of the City. There's been a rash of disappearances, including a couple kinfolk, and The two of them volunteered to help get to the bottom of what was going on. Initially the entire pack had planned to go, but wisely they'd backed down, They'd been asked to help, not take over. The two were sent, with the promise that should more help be needed, it would be provided if they asked.
As the moon rose, the remainder of the Pack was gathered there at the camp site that was established near the park, A concession as it were to the Homid members of the Pack. Eric's Jeep was parked nearby, and three tents were set up, and a fire was already lit and going. They could have of course done this in the Umbral realm, but with the Pack having spent some considerable time there lately, It was thought a more normal approach was best. This was essentially just a get-together of friends. Still, They were on guard, mostly.
There was plenty of beer, junk-food, and barbecue, all cooked by either Mickey or Eric, and the sole male of Pack chuckled to himself. It had been quite awhile since they did something like this, and he was a little sad that Sophia and Clarity weren't there. Still, there would be other times.