[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Spikey]

Nez, Poe
Uktena, Raven spirit
The Isle of Crabs

 > Heading back to the place they had made camp, Nez started looking for
 > the other two Garou.

On arrival back at camp, Nez finds a few stray stones arranged roughly 
in the shape of a Bone Gnawer glyph in the spot wher Korben slept.  At 
the left side of the glyph (where it draws to a point), there is a scrap 
of paper tucked under the stone.

"Back in an hour.  K."

No sign of Chester at first. Where he had slept there was a depression, a comfortable spot of flattened grass and holowed out sand. The old wolf couldn't be far, the spot still smelt of him and was warm.

On the wind she hears a low sound of singing. It sounded like a familiar Chrsitmas carol. Chester's voice was impossible tomistake, it was its own thing. Tricky to impersonate and clearly distinctive even in a crowd. 

"While shepareds washed thier socks by night, all seated round the tub, a bar of angel soap came down and they began to scrub .."

Nez walks towards the sound and finds the Philodox seated near a rock pool, washing his socks. His boots stood close by, taped up and held togetehr with a prayer and shoestring. His coat was laid out with a few of his persoanl belonings on top. Catching the sun and warming the lining. That too was patched together in places.

"Hello there!" He said without turning. 
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