Book 1: A New Day

"I can probably get us covered for a place to hole up. I have some people," Patrick offers.

He steps away, and puts in a call.

Diana grits her teeth as her protestations are just ignored. Except Alex. I'm fine.' The words quickly fall out her mouth as she just watches the others start to just get ready to pack up and leave. Now wasn't time to be feeling self-pity. Perhaps she should let them, and just go and join the other pa..not that wasn't feasible. She couldn't stand the thought of going over their tail between her legs.

They were a pack, she just had to make sure they didn't get themselves hurt.

'Guys stop and think for a moment. You don't want to be here any longer, want to prove yourselves away from the adults? Fine But think. Rushing off straight away with no prep is bad. They offers us a totem.. a spirit to help. We stick around till then, and plan while doing so. Find a roof, find food. Don't be rash about this.'

Paul feels his head nodding vigoursly, and ultimately kind of agrees with Diana. "We need plan," he says. "I like the city as much as the next garou, but we don't have enough together to make this work right now. Misha, how would you feel about staying here a bit longer until we can get things settled?"

Misha got back to the shed and found her clothes where she had left them. She closed the door, acutely aware how cramped the shed was. She peeked through the gaps to make sure there were no prying eyes, then began changing back to her normal shape. That was easy at least. And welcome in its own way. Being big and strong got annoying, especially since she was constantly on edge. At least being human gave her a little quiet in her head so she could think more clearly. This had been a strange day. She had seen some magic lightning... thing. That wasn't all that weird after having seen the Umbra, but it did bring home that the world had things in it that she didn't understand. Well. Even more than before. Except these things were somehow tied to her, so it made them more important.

And the loonies had made her the leader. Misha didn't know how to feel about that. She realized that she probably wouldn't make it on her own. Calling the shots would at least get her moving in the direction she wanted. Which was away from the older assholes who wanted to push her into their war. Plus she had long wanted to live free from foster homes and whatnot. Fuck, she hoped the last one would get into some trouble for losing her. Doubtful though.

Anyhow, next was finding a roof. She had some ideas. Looking around old industrial zones, asking squatters, maybe the gangs. She'd be fine. The others were a little soft though. They would probably whine about lack of running water and heating. But fuck 'm. They had fur now if they wanted it. But what they got was freedom. And that was more precious.

Dressed once more, and far shorter at a little over five feet she plodded outside. Alright. Transportation. Food. Soap for Rat Food. That would be enough to get going. Alas, her hopes for a swift departure were dashed when she noticed the group had not moved from the spot they had occupied. Nope, they were all looking at her like they wanted something. She noticed Mamma Teetee was standing by them. Had that witch already turned their heads around? Uggghhhh....
"What now?"

"Totems, or some such bullshit," Patrick offered. "They seem to think it's important."

Yes, I do think planning, and having back of something like a spirit is important. Where you pay attention is anything people were trying to teach you.?' Diana sighs.

' Look it may mean to little to you, but a totem, a spirit to help guide is useful. Not all packs have one one, and if we try and find one alone it will take a long time. The noble falcon, wise owl, caring unicorn... Umbra if you think you' re worried about me, or anyone being selfish the strong Mammoth.

'Or are we just going to run off and get ourselves killed because apparentally we all know better despite most of you not even knowing werewolves oes existed a few months ago?'

"Oh see, it's not that I know better," Patrick says with a laugh. "It's that I don't give a shit. Huge difference. I know this is your entire life or whatever, but all it is for me is an inconvenience."

Patrick notices Alexander start to snarl, and he goes from laughing at Diana to ice cold quicker than a blink and his pistol is in his hand before anyone even realizes it.

"You can take your "highest honor" bullshit and shove it up your ass, mutt," Patrick says, barely loud enough to be heard. "I will not hesitate to run your fade. Test me, see what happens."

"I suppose that would be up to Misha now," Paul said. "Stay for the Incarna or head out to the city?" He does his best to ignore the others for now. The bickering just makes him think of siblings. Maybe we're a family now, he thinks to himself.

It was clear Misha was getting rather fed up with the arguments as well, if she had any patience for them to begin with. She was on Patrick's side on this one.
"Last I heard from the old ones.." Misha carefully chose her words with Mamma Teetee around, or she would have picked a less flattering term for the elders "..once it's decided who is alpha, you do whatever the fuck she says once she makes the call. Instead, you sit around and continue this bullshit."
Her glare shifts to Alexander.
"So where's your bloody honor in that? What makes you think there's a fucking vote!? You wanna stay? Stay! Wanna come with me? Come with me!"

Misha's glare shifted over the rest of the pack. At least at five foot tall and not radiating Rage she was far less intimidating, nor one hair's width away from bloody murdering someone. And she noticed a lot of shifting feet and reluctance in the pack. With a frustrated growl she threw her hands up.
"FINE! You want your fucking spirit animal teddy bear! We'll get it, and then we are FUCKING LEAVING. NOW GO GET THE SHIT I TOLD YOU TO GET!"
She stomped off to find the stuff she needed herself.

'Well your inconvenience is something lots of people have been hoping for their whole life. And also something that would make us a target. Young Garou that can be picked off before we get experience? A tempting target for vampires, and others, who will be less than please we have started being born again.' Diana growls, before turning her attention to Misha.

She is still clearly wary of the ahroun, even though in their homid forms she is the taller one 'The Alpha gets the final call but should listen to the concerns of the pack. That is what I was... and she's gone. Like she cares what anyone else thinks....' She sighs trying to release her frustration. '...I would not have recommend this 'teddy bear' if I did not think it would benefit us. We need to think as group.' She speaks to the others. Come on Rat food lets sort you out.' She starts to walk off. She wanted to call the others out, to ask if they really wanted someone who yelled at them and apparently expected them to jump, but they would just accuse her of sulking and being petty. She just had to grin and bear it at this point.

Paul just screws up his face and shrugs. "I hope this pack is union because the boss is kind of a little bit of an ass," he says. Not really knowing what to do, Paul starts scanning ads for cheap apartments. "Gotta fill the time somehow," he mumbles.