"Rightly or wrongly, you fellows have a rep for playing your cards close to your chest..."

Bawn: Central Forest(#2876RA)
The forest is dark and quiet. No, not quiet. Listening. The ancient firs rear up all around, branches interwoven in a dense roof of dark green. Fallen needles lie in a thick carpet on the ground, heaped up around the drifts of undergrowth clinging to the scarce patches of light reaching the forest floor. Every sound seems muffled, and the sharp scent of pine hangs in the air like the clouds of midges that swarm ceaselessly beneath the branches. Even the many deer who roam here seem to step more quietly than usual, and the songbirds seldom sing.
The forest spreads out around you in all directions.

LONG-SUFFERING, lupus: This wolf appears to be a defined best as a red wolf, commonly found in the continental United States. From nose to tail, she is about four and a half feet in length and weighs between 45-50 pounds. Her ears stand erect at the top of her head, sloping down her angular muzzle to her charcoal black nose. From either side of her muzzle, there is a pair of golden-brown lupus eyes. Characterized black lines mark out her maw, filled with pearly white fangs. Her undercoat is thick, trapping in air to help keep her warm in a harsh winter storm. The guard hairs are coarse and hollow. Her legs are long and muscular, making her create graceful and purposeful movements. Her angular muzzle slops from a broad skull down her neck, shoulders, and back. Narrow, muscular shoulders shape her form as they lead down the rest of her form. The length of her fur is a fine blend of tan, nutmeg, bark-brown, gray and black. The tan is briefly seen in splotched on her cheeks, chin, upper chest, belly, and the underside of her limbs. Her posture seems generally neutral unless provoked.

Long-Suffering is standing in the middle of the forest, hidden partly under one of the ancient firs that are abundant in the are. Her ears perk while trying to decide in which direction to continue her aimless travel.

Cedric seems to be wandering just as aimlessly, except on two legs rather than four. His normal clothing is concealed behind a thick herring-bone patterned overcoat in deference to the wintry weather out here, and his good-looking aristocratic brow is furrowed a little, as though he's thinking hard about something.

Long-Suffering picks up on Cedric's scent and lumbers after him as if he were the one that she had been looking for all along. Lightening-rhya, she chuffs loudly, hoping to get his attention.

The chuff does it, yes. Cedric's brow unfurrows as one eyebrow rises, and he turns to face the wolf. Then it furrows again as he quite plainly struggles to identify the wolf in question. "Whom do I have the pleasure of addressin'?" he asks after a moment.

Long-Suffering rises up into homid when she approaches the Silver Fang elder. "Ayita Youngblood, Suffers-The-Pain-Of-Her-Ancestors-In-Visions, Songkeeper of the Children of the Uktena, Galliard Cliath, and daughter of a Fostern Shaman." she addresses. "I remember your name from the moot."

Cedric extends a hand towards Ayita. "I served as Caller of the Wyld," he confirms, with a little modest smile which nonetheless makes it clear that he enjoyed the honor to at least some extent. "Though I fear that I may have been eclipsed a little by the shinin' performance of our Fool. Vera-rhya is no fool save when she wants to be, that's clear."

"Yes," retorts Ayita in a deadpan voice. "Vera-rhya was very accepting of me when I arrived, which is to say that I was less accepted as other..." she pauses there for a moment. "Apparently, some do not understand the Utkena very well." Then, she adds, "But there is something which I must ask of you... as you are a Galliard, like myself."

Cedric's eyebrow rises again. "By all means, fellow song-moon," he invites. "Give it a name and if I can assist I shall."

"I am not sure how often you go into the scab, Cedric-rhya, but I must inform you of an occurrence that has happened upon Uktena's Little Brother's territory." she begins. "My tribemate, Reggie Torn-to-Rags-yuf, has vandalized the side of the longhouse, which both Uktena and Little Brother live in the woods. He chiseled 'Pierces Her Words' on the wood so thick that repairing the damage would mean removing the log, which would make the longhouse crumble. Reggie-yuf has dishonored our tribe and for that Circle Keeper-rhya has said that Reggie-yug is no longer has his respect and is not allowed to teach our cubs. Jacinta, Pierces-Ice-rhya, says that Reggie-yuf is no longer allowed in Little Brother's territory." The Galliard pauses, clearly upset and has a look of 'traitor' on her facial expression.

Cedric listens to this with a growing expression of disbelief. "This is not good," he understates when he's heard the story. "It's not my place to interfere with internal issues of a tribe, though, is it? Nor am I a philodox to judge this Reggie." He rubs his chin. "He may have dishonored himself, and he may have dishonored Pierces-Ice herself. What it says about your tribe and hers is..." He shrugs, not a shrug of uninterest but one of puzzlement. "Have you any clue why he did it? Have you spoken to him? Has Jacinta?"

"No," replies Ayita bluntly. "You are not to interfer, but I ask you to spread the word and let others know what Reggie-yuf has done." The teenager looks up at Cedric, shrugging her shoulders. "Circle Keeper thinks it has to do with the pack that he is running with," she replies. "But I really cannot tell you his reasons." Her head shakes. "I have only spoken with Circle Keeper-rhya. My job is to spread word, not to find out who did what... that is for the lawgivers."

"Oh, that pack." Cedric gives Ayita a dour look. "I've heard of that pack. Okeydoke. The word from on high is that Reggie is banned from Wendigo lands or from teachin' Uktena cubs, then?" he clarifies. "And you want this work spreadin' around the scab?"

"Circle Keeper-rhya said to spread the word," Ayita replies, not saying whether or not it is supposed to be spread around the scab. "I am assuming that is what he meant." Then, she answers, "He is banned from Wendigo lands, and he is also banned from teaching Uktena cubs." Then she gives him an odd look, "What is it about this pack?" she inquires.

Cedric grunts. "Charachs, metis. Scum. Those who no honorable garou will pack with. I suppose that by sweepin' them all together into one heap they at least keep themselves to each other, and aren't pollutin' us others. Still..." He makes a hand gesture as though to dismiss this wicked Vendetta pack from his attention. "While you're here, Ayita, may I ask you a couple of things myself in return?"

Ayita raises her eyebrow. "You may ask them," the teenager replies. She personally knows nothing about the packs in the city, much less any other than the Guardian pack.

"Firstly, Ayita," Cedric begins. "I take it your tribe, Uktena, contains its fair share of tales and legends, same as any other? Reason I ask is, rightly or wrongly, you fellows have a rep for playing your cards close to your chest..."

Ayita narrows her eyes a little, wondering what sort of point the other Galliard is trying to make. "We have many tales and legends," she agrees.

Cedric nods to that. "But do you tell them to those not of your tribe if invited? Or are they for internal consumption only. as one might say?"

Ayita mms softly, "It depends on what short of story it is, Cedric-rhya. Some of our traditions are for others to see and hear and some of them are not." The young Galliard pauses before adding, "Does that answer your question?"

Cedric smiles wryly. "Your answer says it all. Yes, thank you, it does. One more question for you," he goes on, "and that is, do you know of any garou roundabout here who know the Satire Rite? If you do, it may save me botherin' the Ritemaster, who is an... odd fellow," he understates.

Ayita frowns, "I am sorry, I do not know who has that rite." She lightly scratches at her arm with her opposite hand.

Cedric shrugs again. "Okay. Not your job to know everythin' but I thought it worth askin'. Okay. I shall spread the news I promised. And if I do find this Reggie," he adds with another frown, "I shall certainly have some questions for him, if only from my own desire to know what on earth can lead to such extraordinary actions from an adult garou."

Ayita crosses her arms over her chest, "It is immature." she agrees. "And thank you, Cedric-rhya."

Cedric inclines his head in acknowledgement of the thanks. "Thank you, Ayita. I shall go now and seek out Gunnar the Ritemaster. Wish me luck with the Viking," he adds with a little grin.

Ayita gives a little smile. "Good luck," she says, although the tone seems not to suggest any luck or otherwise. The Uktena turns, shifting in lupus, and returning towards the eastern hills.