Festy_Dog said:
"Congratulations Sherlock, she called you useful," Piotr said with a joker's smile.
"Ms. Snow, ma'am," Piotr's tone changes a little, while he didn't understand exactly what an alpha was supposed to be he realised it was a position of authority, and he therefore shows some respect, "Sherlock and I would like to know why we have been brought here."
She shoots a look of daggers at Piotr, “This is serious, nuzusul you may think this is some fancy game but unlike Moriarty I have little patience and the means to rip you both apart. But yes you do deserve to know why you are here; each of you are nuzusul.”
“That means you are pre-change werewolves, uratha. It also means you are dangerous beacons for the spirits, and you are stirring them up into a feeding frenzy. You may laugh Sherlock and Watson, but your very presence is making our jobs much more difficult,” she finishes icily.
Camera
Isaac nods, “They may be unsettling but they exist, and even those spirits of negative emotions fulfill a role in the world. The balance is all that matters. We only intervene when that balance is broken, even so-called positive emotion spirits can wreak havoc if left unchecked.”
He is about to speak again when his cell phone rings. He pulls out his phone and takes the call, a short curt affair that he ends quickly. “W have things to do Camera, com on I need you to meet another young wolf.”
He walks back inside and then to the front door and out to his classic baby blue Deville.
Faith
Subtle Storm pauses, “You can call them, and yes you should keep anything uratha related secret it is part of the Oath of the Moon, and to betray that oath can lead to a loss of harmony between your wolf soul and your human soul. But I would like for you to stay a little longer you may even get a chance to meet another like you.”
Candace walks in, “Isaac should be on his way, how is Faith doing?”
Subtle Storm replies, “She seems to be better.”
Ariella
Death Wolf nods and then bounds off into the mist, and is gone. She wanders for some time before she lopes into what looks like a suburb. She is not sure how much time has passed, it is still night though and the ground is covered in snow. The world is filled with powerful scents, but one stands out in particular… she sees a man who smells of the wolf is the best way she can understand it.
He is walking towards a blue vehicle, an older model car several decades removed. Ariella is unsure if she is still dreaming or not… but the air is cool, although her fur keeps her warm and she can hear a multitude of sounds, to the point of near information overload.
