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Chapter 2: New Friends, Old Enemies


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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.
 

 Okay it's been a week since you got back, Arete's secret is still safe and secure and you're all at a camp-out near  the park (still within the Caern Grounds)  You're in the regular world, likely in homid form.  let's give everyone some time to interact, and we'll move on after abit.  There were wyrm incursions, mostly in the southern reaches of the city that the pack had to deal with between visitors, feel free to narrate these.  They were minor, and with the full pack, easy enough to handle.   Eric would have kept his promise to Red, and gone hunting with her, and any others who wanted to join.  (likely they coursed and killed a deer or two.)


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Red sat next to her sister, Howls, in Homid form. She casually watched the rest of her pack as her foot had begun to thump on the ground beginning to drum a beat. She gave her sister a push on the shoulder, strongly giving Howls the incentive to start the revelry as she was the Galliard and Fianna. Her foot kept beat as she did so. Being Fianna herself, she was ready to start in the merrymaking but this was not her time to lead, that came in battle, and more through her actions than actual leadership. She did not want the position of alpha, even if she was a good fit for it and after she learned of the vision from Howls, she knew that was not her role to play for this pack.

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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.

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Micky checked again to see that all of her mates had food and drink. She loved to cook it was relaxing to get lost in the creation of a meal but, to be honest, she hated these cook outs. With so many Lupus in the pack it was hard to make food that appealed to everyone and so all she could do was basic grilling, which was not a fulfilling Challenge at all,  and even then she knew that some would rather shift and eat raw flesh.

16 minutes ago, Deer-Stalker said:

"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.

 

And then there was that,  the tradition or instinct or whatever it was for the others to always let the Alpha do everything first. That was annoying. The Homids didn't have that ingrained need to let the Alpha dominate and that wasn't her thing anyway, at least not when they were just being social.

 

Micky looked over at Deer-stalker and made a flourish of tossing a steak onto a plate beside her. "There that one is mine. The rest of you eat, before it gets cold."

 

She looked around at her pack and smiled, no she didn't hate the cookouts, that was  too harsh, she disliked cooking at the cookouts. The camaraderie was what was special and needed and loved. 

 

"Any one need anything else there is more meat by the grill and drinks in the cooler," She said as she sat on one of the logs, on the other side of the campfire. It was instinct to separate herself from the rest even if by just the distance a a log and a fire. She noticed Red's insistent foot tapping and started nodding along with the beat. "Howl's give us a song."

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Howls has remained quiet for some time, contemplating something it seems. Even with her sisters prodding, it took her some time to get up and start to sing and dance, telling tales of old and new. Of the lessons learned and the strength to be gained for the times that will come, for times that always come.

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It was a happier song, and Eric wasn't surprised to see Red dance with her sister, nor for her to quickly pull Deerstalker in.  The Lupus in the Pack were closer to each other than to the Homids, and indeed closer to each other than the homids were with each other.  When she reached out to Eric, he could have resisted, but didn't.  Red could easily pull him up and into the dance if she physically wanted to, and he didn't want to bring down the mood.   It took some cajoling to bring Ariel into the festivities, and with Mickey the last to be invited to join.    

They danced for a few songs, and then sat back down.  Eric turned on the small radio he'd brought with him, to give them some music and give Howls a break.   He made his way over to sit by Mickey, as everyone else did as they would. He had a plateful of food, and two beers.   He offered one to her.   "Something on your mind, Mickey?"   he asked, not as her second, but more as a friend.

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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.

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