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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 3211134" data-attributes="member: 961">The woman does not reply.“Are there many of us uratha?  It depends on who you talk to,” she says walking along the street in this lower income neighborhood suburb.  She growls, “Listen Faith, don’t worry about my name… and we are here.”She pauses in front of a normal looking home on a block of normal looking homes.  She opens the door and walks in calling out, “We got a guest, a new cub.  Hey anyone here?”A man calls back, “Oh crap, what the hell you bring in now?  How did you find her?”“I found her lying in the snow, she got into a tussle with an Azlu…” she replies.“Holy $#!@, she what?  Did she kill it?” the man finally shows himself, he is thin in build with a tribal tattoo covering his upper right shoulder, wearing jeans no shoes and not shirt.  He has dirty blonde hair with a scruff on his chin, “Well the rest are out on hunting, are you leaving her here with me.”“Well grab me a beer,” she says and walks into the living room.  The guy shrugs and heads to the kitchen, “Hey you want anything from the fridge, beer?”“Before you go blabbing any of this stuff Faith, you have to know, the apes can never know what you really are.  Do you understand what that means?” the woman replies.</blockquote>