[Sodium_noir] a Company of Wolves

[Spikey]

Chester, Nez, Poe, Korben
Bone Gnawer, Uktena, Raven spirit, Bone Gnawer
The Isle of Crabs

A low growl escapes from Korben's Crinos throat.  "Wherever it dwells 
and wherever it breeds," he mutters to himself.  "Doesn't that make it 
killin' time?"

Chester steps up beside the younger Garou. He was shifting to the war form as well now, no longer covered in his oily raincoat and floppy hat. The Bone Gnawer elder was still powerful in his Crinos form, with long wiry black fur all over his body that had more than its fair share of grey patches down his flank. Beneath the salt and pepper pelt, taunt knotted muscles flexed and only his loose belly skin gave away any signs of age. A grey wolf certainly, but one not yet given tot he easy life.

"We are not in the woods here!" He growled in the wolf tongue. "Unfamilar terrain. Unusual spirits to placate. Watch your selves."


[all tags wash away, but blood stained the sun today]
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