"Good to hear then, sounds like you boyz have been raising hell then. Shit I'm proud, done heard word through the grapevine ya'll done in a real nasty varmint in taking Gaia's spot back from them thieves. Weaver spawn ain't got no place stealin from us and taking our holiest o' holys. They jis screw it all up," as he shakes his head. Trying to discern the motivation of ignorant will workers is something he tries to not make any sense of.

"Well was out this way and figured you boys need someone to put in a word with everyone. Ya'll need recognition fer all ya did and its the least I could do. I was gonna offer my services, i'ffn ya don't mind, hell might even be able ta drag in a few old timers that live round these parts. I heard they's a few, not real thick, but here all the same. I could round em up fer ya, case you needs some help or maybe an older set o eyes on whats stumpin ya," with a smile.

He knows they are well regarded by the spirits, hell rats been yammering since they got here. Now they need to be heard by the Garou at large. That way they's all set and respected as proper, sure piss off them folks at the last Caern. I bet we ain't heard the last o' them neither.

He just stand their and thinks about how the story will be told and he knows that this moot is will either break or harden this pack. He still trying to figure out which outcome would be best for him because their feeling in his gut that this pack is not equal. Yuri knows that he will always get the short end of the stick. "Well Freddy it is good to have one of own back to help figure out the chaos of this city." he smiles and pat him on the back and pull out a fifth of cheap Russian vodka. He cheers before he takes a deep swig, “Here to the stories and past glories!” Ahh there is no greater feeling the burn of cheap Vodka. He passes the bottle to Son and gives a nod to say something.

Whisper looks over at Son, looking at where he rubs his ribs, how he walks...

2009-02-19 07:53:41 Whisper rolls 5 dice to Int + Medicine 6,3,6,8,7 (4 successes)

As Whisper talks he slowly tries to figure out what all is wrong with Son, more-so that he can fix it...

Turning back to Freddy...

"Well, short version is this.  We get here in good time, through forest and city, only to wind up amongst the Tents here.  On our wanderings we came across a cub from the city, and wern't able to catch her in time.  She had the First Change in the middle of a Bus Station, and on top of that people, I can only guess but I'd bet it was the Weaver scientists, showed up, we made it through though, Son here talked with Rat for a short time and we wound up in that...place.  After that it seems you know what happened.  Met that Weaver Spider, and dammit all if the thing didn't break my teeth, and then pretty much you find me sittin' here, talking to you."

Whisper thumbs his still stunted fangs from where they were shattered on the chitinous shell of the Nexus Crawler.

Looking back over to Son...

"You need any fixin' from your little romp, or are ya' feelin' ok?"

 "I am glad that all went well, you have done an old man proud," with a toothy grin across his face which seems to exemplify the fact that he is missing an ear all the more.

"I knew you fella's wouldn't let old Freddy down. So I figure it this way, ya'll need to be reckognized fer all ya'll did and we sure need to be gettin everyone together at least. So's you can get to knowin everyone and get to the business o' dealin with whats been happenin here. How bout I run a moot at yer place and get the ball rollin at least. I think that sure might do a world a good..." as he looks around at the pack wanting their permission. He was certainly an elder, but they had done the work and he knew the best way to get them to agree was to ask.

Son eases back, his hands up, his palms presented to his pack mate, intending no offense. His eyes are clear and his face is serious. His voice is soft and mellow, with only the lightest hint of a hiss.

"I'm awl'rite..."

It isn't that he is ungrateful for Whispers's concern. It isn't that he wishes to challenge the leader, either. He just feels that Whisper should be spending more time acting like an alpha and less time acting like a mother. Being a traditionalist at heart, Sun-of-the-South has rather conservative views on archetypical roles.

Turning towards Freddy, he lets out a little hoot, slapping his knee in good cheer.

"Hell, wee'd be 'onnard iffin' you'd co'or'dun'ate us a' shindig."  

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