As nice as it was to be around Gand and his merry band of mages, she was not one of them. She will never be like them, and it made her feel isolated. Drawn to this section of town, by scents alone, she knows there are others like her near. rarely will she wear her glyph jewlery, but tonight she does. Around her neck, seemingly carvered fro hematite is the finna glyph that hangs from a leather thong. She is also not dressed as she typically does. Baggy worn blue jeans and a simply white tank top with converse shoes on her feet. She stops and sniffles a bit, her eyes scanning the surrounding. Its been so long since she's even smelled another.

 The smell is here, but old and stale. The buildings and chemicals in this area are strong and putrescent covering the telltale signs you might find in the wilds.

As you wander through the area something on the waters surface catches your eye, movement amongst the lapping waves of the lake.

She pauses, cautious to approach. The scent of others is dull, covered with the stringent scent of chemicals and humanity. She looks to the water for a long time, a hand idly clutching the only thing she has left of her pack, her glyph.

 At first it seems a faint splashing almost muted against the waves. It becomes more pronounced as you look out from the dock, you quickly become aware of the river otters playing just out into the lake. They seem to notice you warily coming closer.

She laughs to herself, it is just river otters. She smiles and backs away, she does not wish to scare them off. Instead, she moves further into the docks. If there are others here, she hopes to find them soon. She sniffles again, craning her head up to catch something on the wind. She looks to the buildings and even conciders letting out a little howl...though the homeless might not take well to a howling human.
Yes, a howl will draw others near. She tip toes into an abandoned building, making sure it is clear. She could shift, but whats the point no one can see her. She double checks to make sure no one can see her. She finds a staircase, surely her voice would carry from a higher level...but the stairs do not look to safe. She growls to herself, looking about. She throws her head back, letting out a howl. Its not as wonderful as it would be in her lupus or even crinos form, but it was a howl none the less. The howl is long, sorrowfull, it screams out into the night saying, "I'm alone. Come find me."
She finishes the howl and exits the building, she trips over a bewildered homeless man and smiles nervously.
"Weird shit man.." she chuckles. She steps away from the man, her eyes skimming the horizon.

Collecting his cards that were scattered as Alice stumbled over him, Son chuckles to himself as he eyes the young woman.

"Yer tellin me..."

His words come out in a slight slur. He looks up at her, flashing a feral smile.

She smiles nervously, bending over to help him pick up the cards. She sighs softly. handing them over to him.
"Sorry about that."

"T'werent no harm, miss."

Son shuffles the cards together, then wraps them up in a red handkerchief.

"I'suppose I should be watchin were'in I go sleepin'... was havin the damndest dreem 'right for I come wakin..."

He shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind. The attempted vision quest had gone somewhat awry. After a moment, he looks up at Alice as if he hadn't noticed her before. He tips his head to her.

"Evenin' missss..."

Spinning on his heels, he stumbles off the opposite way. Alice can he hear him almost immediatly begin to talk to himself.  

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She blinks lightly, watching him walk off. She hugs herself, it felt so strange to her here. She sighs, a decides to follow in his direction...but not actually following him. She peers around at her suroundings anxiously.

Alice will notice Son rather wobbling along, but he is quickly joined by another man, one with cold piercing blue eyes, and a young girl, wearing a backpack and talking intently to the older, scruffy, hippiy looking man.

2008-08-11 20:39:38 Whisper rolls 6 dice to notice Alice 2,10,5,8,2, 10 (3 successes)  (Merit, Wolf Sight)

Whisper will stop mid sentence and stare through the darkness at the trailing woman, those blue eyes seem to stab through the darkness and gaze at the woman following the now group of people.  Whisper will let out a small growling gruff, to humans it sounds more like a grunt than anything.

Whisper will lean over to Son and in the feral tongue..

"You have a fan"

Whether or not this woman will notice anything odd about the conversation of the men and this one girl remains to be seen.

Abby taps Whisper's shoulder.
"Hey. That pretty lady over there just howled. Does that mean she's a...special friend? Shouldn't we talk to her?"

"Whut?... that ther pretty lass... she did whut? I wassa dreemin bout the most bee'uti'full white wolf runnin threw the forst..."

Son trails off, rubbing his head, still dazed from the mushrooms.

"We were told no Garou remained in this city, and if that woman is one than we need to be diligent.  Ronin are dangerous, and often exiled Garou, and the last thing I want to happen is for us to get attacked this soon, we don't yet know everything we need to know about this city.."

"But can a friendly smile to that much harm?" He look at whisper. "and maybe a song?" he rummage trough his bag and pulled out a fiddle case that cover in duct tape and just wait for a signal from the pact leader that it o.k.  

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"I see no problem with anything like that, just be careful.  I'd rather not run into any more of those women like we met at the bus station."  

(OOC: Guys, please don't edit your post and change the meaning completely, posts and reposts are warping everything. Whisper has no problem being nice and amiable to the new woman, he's just cautious.)  

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Abby will smile shyly at Alice, and then resume her conversation with Whisper.
"ok, so we have...umm..tribes, and...errr...packs, and...ok so how do I know which tribe I'm from?"

He open his case and pull out his fiddle and he let his pack know why he was given the name Fiddler Weeps.

Yuri rolls 10 dice to fiddles 4,9,4,9,1, 10,6,7,7,8, 3 (6 successes)

He preform a song know as Wolf Tears with such furries and graces. The song mimic the wolf cry and all it beauty.

Son squatts by the wall, basking in the mournful call of Yuri's fiddle. The song takes him back to older, brighter days. He suppresses a sob, but has to wipe a tear from his eye as it threatens to spill down his cheeck.  

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Whisper will be caught mid sentence while explaining some of the finer points of pack dynamics to Abby.  Lost in thought he will drift through his memories to a happier time, one where he runs through the forests of his home with his brothers and sisters, verdant green fields, deep woods.  The things that seem to be shrinking in this...modern age.  

Whisper will stare back at the woman who has been following them, watching for any reaction, or sign of recognition...