Face flushed and settling back down on her rock, the big blonde picked up her plate of food and started wolfing it down again. This. This was good. Spirits and monsters and duties to their new Arete aside, the core of all this was her pack. That was why she fought and worked and strove to improve. They needed her, so she would be better. For them.
"Want more?" Deer-Stalker offered to Fianna sisters and stood, indicating the pile of grilled meat with a smile and a bob of her head.
Deer Stalker waited near the fire, looking more together than the pack had known her to be since her introduction to them by her mentor. She had been doing a lot of thinking since their hunt into the deep Umbra and the adoption of their new Totem. Humans were... complicated. But they were part of Gaea's plan, how out of control they may have become, and she was no Red Talon to reject half of what made her Garou. Might as well be on of her kinfolk wolf siblings as do that.
She was happy to relax with her pack, but the threats lurking at the edge of the caern made her just enough on edge to stay in her more-bulky Glabro form. She could pass as human in it, so why not? Besides, her Alpha could do things to meat that made it well worth the wait, and it just might give her enough of an edge to claim an extra serving or two to sleep on tonight. "Claim your first Share, Alpha. The rest of us can't wait to begin," she prodded with a small bark of laughter and a grin.
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.