Ariella busies herself dressing. The shirt's a bit tight, but it's no worse than a swimsuit would be. The sweatpants fit fine, and she even has to cinch the cord a little. She listens while she works, but the terms are foreign to her.
Urathra, she gets. The wolf...god?...had explained that much. It was a fancy-pants name for werewolves. Packs she -thought- she got, but wasn't completely sure how it related to -tribe-, which in her mind meant something very similar...but clearly not in this strange other culture. Auspices, she had no clue on, and it was making her head hurt.
And all that was just spice on a nice big cake of swollen head from meeting a god, mixed with a healthy dollop of concern about just what that god had wanted from her to appear in person. She'd read quite a bit of Torah, Koran, Bible, and other holy books. In none of them did a god's gift come free.
Not that she'd actually gotten a GIFT, per se. Answers to questions she could just as easily asked these people. Somehow, she doubted the Death Wolf would see it that way though.
Finally Ari straightens up and says, "Okay...lemme get this straight."
She points at Faith. "I'm in her pack."
At Isaac. "But in -your- tribe."
"There's something about an auspice-blahdy-blah that applies somehow. We're all werewolves. Spirits hate us, but we respect them. We fight each other too. And since we're not making the nine'o'clock news, I'm guessing we do NOT fight, or eat, or otherwise make ourselves known to ordinary non-urathratic humanity? How? I mean...it wasn't like I chose to change into a bigass wolf. What if that happens at, like, a company picnic? And don't say 'leave no witnesses' because that is NOT who I am."
She folds her arms over her chest and looks at each of the 'authority' figures.