Time/Date :It is currently 10:28 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 10 2006.

Place : Bawn : Western Forest

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly sunny today. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.15 and steady, and the relative humidity is 90 percent. The dewpoint is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (83% full).

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)

Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.

Circle Keeper

This three-year-old, arctic wolf's thick white coat stretches over an equally thick and stocky frame. He's about two and a half tall at the shoulder and four and a half from tip to tail, significantly shorter, more stout, and much more bulky than your run of the mill wolf. Conspicuous muscles can be seen sliding along when he moves, even under his heavy coat. Like the rest of his subspecies, his paws seem almost too large for his body. He often favours his left hind leg just so slightly. Among his coat are about as many scars as one would expect for a wolf of his age. (+details set)

Kathryn-Laura(#3278PXc)

Standing a little over five foot tall and slimly built, KL makes a not particularly imposing first impression. In her late teens, she has an air of irritation, and of nervy energy, combined with hostility and restrained aggression.
Her mousy-brown hair is pulled back into a plait that hangs down to the small of her back, and is fastened at the bottom and the top by dark brown leather bands. She would be quite attractive - she has a very cute, upturned nose, and expressive hazelnut eyes - were it not for the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if waiting for an opportunity to attack them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She's rarely still for very long, and while she still remembers to slouch around from time to time, she's less inclined to do it these days, and her natural grace, balance and co-ordination is clearly evident in her movements.
She is wearing a white T-Shirt which has a dirty brown mark across the middle, a pair of white cycling shorts, white sports socks and a pair of white trainers which have seen better days. There's a large bandage wrapped around her right calf.

Sunday morning, Washington State, a late summer morning as the season begins to shade lazily into fall. The peace of the Western Bawn is disturbed by the exercise activity of an ahroun who is less in tune with nature than might perhaps be desirable. KL is excising the pressure of the still-full moon by physical effort - in this case, running. Her eyes are fixed on the course in front of her, her relaxed stride eating up the distance with a practiced grace. And she's almost totally oblivious to anything else.

Circle Keeper's on the north west edge of the bawn, the Guardian rooting around through the underbrush this cool, damp morning. His coat is damp from all the dew on the plants and ground; this has had the positive effect of cleaning the fostern slightly, leaving him fairly pristine, and much to the wolf's dismay, muting most of the lovely stink he'd rolled in. The sounds of the Fury jogging through the bawn almost immediately gives the Uktena pause. His head raises high as the squat wolf peers sniffs this way and that, ears erect as he searches out the oncoming noise.

KL remains entirely unaware of CK, and as she continues, she starts a marine style chant - "I don't know more than a bit! Being an ahroun is pretty shit! Claw one, bite one, maim one, fight one! Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Apparently it only has one verse. The chant isn't particularly loud, but it's audible to a lupus' sharp hearing.

Circle Keeper continues to stand upright, though his tail slowly starts to lower as the voice carries on the air. The wolf watches and listens to the approaching Fury with a now strange sort of interest, like something utterly bizarre and unforeseen was heading right his direction and if he wasn't attentive, he'd miss it entirely.

Eventually, the Fury gets close enough that even her weak powers of observation can't fail to notice the huge white wolf atanding erect amongst the field of greens and brown. "Circle Keeper-rhya!" she exclaims, slamming to a stop. The fact that the last time she met with the Uktena she had been confessing to the crime of the century appears to be forgotten. She walks closer, peering slightly, as if checking that it is indeed CK and not, for example, a polar bear. "I have something I'm supposed to be doing involving you." Her voice trails off, and her brow furrows, as she tries to work out what it is.

Circle Keeper fails, in fact, to be a polar bear, or his female doppleganger and packmate Jacinta, for that matter. The white wolf just continues to stand there erect, peering at the oncoming Fury with a strange look; When she slows to talk to him, the look only intensifies. Head skewing to one side, his voice raises into a whine of a question: What is Escapes from Things telling him?

KL comes to a halt, and continues to look puzzled. After a moment, light dawns. "Oh yes!" she exclaims, with the kind of enthusiasm that ought to be reserved for major scientific breakthroughs. "I'm supposed to give you or Jacinta this!" She reaches down the front of her t-shirt and pulls out a curved tooth on a leather thong. "Is it ok if I give it to you? You know how to use it?"

Circle Keeper plods forward a few few steps, eyes squinting tight as he continues to peer at KL. As she pulls the tooth out, he ducks his head, worming it up to sniff in her direction.

The Fury holds it down for CK's inspection. "It's the fetish thing. It can detect wyrm. It goes dark, apparently. Then you have to take it to the caern for a bit, and it sort of recharges. Kevin had it and then gave it to me because he thought something bad was going to happen to him and I guess it did, but anyway I sort of kept it because it wasn't really a loan and he was being odd and British about it..." This stream of consciousness comes to a slow halt. "I'm over explaining. Anyway, do you want it?"

Circle Keeper's squinted eyes close tightly in a blink, ears scooping back, and then forward again. The Uktena shakes his head lightly, before refocusing back up on the Fury again. Speak slower. he tells her bluntly. Not understanding Escapes from Things.

KL sighs and then speaks very very slowly indeed. "This...is...the...fetish...I'm...supposed...to...give...to...you." She opens the band out, and holds it in front of the Uktena's head, offering it to him.

Circle Keeper takes another halting step forward, sniffing at the tooth delicately, before abruptly ducking his head through the loop, and raising his head up to look at KL. He jerks his head to one side, trying to get her hand off the band. Escapes from Things makes bad ape. Too babbly. Makes very good wolf, he tells her, tersely.

"Thank you, Circle Keeper-rhya," KL replies formally, releasing her hold on the thong. "I shall take your advice on board." She steps back, away from the Fostern and gives a little bow of her head. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some exercise to do?" She doesn't seem to have really grasped what CK told her. Or she's ignored it.

Circle Keeper's quizzical look returns, head cocking to the side as he whines out a wordless question; sort of a lupus `huh,` or close to it. The Uktena shakes it off quickly, though, turning and summarily lumbering away from the other, heading east.


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