Shopping for nice things

The young wolf stopped at the edge of the wilderness and looked down upon the city. The smells of man and their pollution assaulted her nostrils, which made her grimace. She shook out her storm gray coat and paused shortly after... another scent came to her attention: another of her kind was here. Tilting her head curiously to the side, she raised her muzzle and attempted to determine where the scent was going. She snorted, "Of course...down there."

She huffed and trotted back to the safety of the trees, then threw back her head. After all she had no idea how long this male Garou had been there. Clouds darkened and rolled in as her hauntingly beautiful voice danced across the breeze. Most people would assume it was a wild wolf doing what a wolf does best, but Caleb would know better. Her voice called out in the language of the nation as clear as a bell to his ears, ~We are Ayet, Child of Thunderbird. Theurge, born of a wolf, and little brother. We call out to our people in introduction and will wait by where the mountains meet the city.~

She paced the edge of the forest for some time before lying down in the shed pine needles, her dark muzzle resting on her white paws. She quietly wished her 'sisters' were with her.

"I'm right behind you Mr. Molloy." She appeared rather suddenly behind him, perhaps he was too distracted to notice she had sauntered over to him with some bags looped over her arm, "You must be starving, we just ate." She smiles and offers to take the map from him.

"You go ahead, i'll be back next weekend with some updated on this map for you."

The lupus was very large and had the beginnings of looking like a truly imposing adult. There was still the lean, awkwardness in her that betrayed her as young. Her charcoal coat gleamed in the natural light as her ears flicked slightly towards the sound of his approach. She stood slowly and shook out her fur, a calming sign to most canids. When she finally glimpsed the Fianna she lowered her head and flattened her ears a little, tail swaying but lowered. Everything in her body language told him she was greeting him as a youngster would an older wolf. Lupus garou understood Homids lived longer.

She padded up to him and sniffed the air, "We are glad you came. It is different here and it is not good to be a lone Garou. There is something off, something...restless." She raised her head and sniffed the air. As she turned slightly he saw the large branding that stretched from her right cheek to right hip. It was Thunderbird, which probably explained her deed name. She tilted her head to one side then said, "Have you been here long?"

Her ears perk at his words and she chuffs softly. "It is no good to be a lone wolf as Garou. Harano is a terrible way to die..." She looks around, "The spirits are restless...but yes we sense the strange power here as well. We would be wise to investigate with caution." She tilts her head and then says, "Maybe we can help each other? This one is wary on two legs and very awkward. Our father tried to help us...but we could not remain in Canada.  Something drew us away..."

With that she stretches out and yawns noisily, her sharp canines flashing before she licks her muzzle.  She did not know this wyrmcomer, but she was not going to judge him as her brethren would.  Especially not after only knowing him for a few minutes.  She showed him the respect he deserved for being older than she was.  She kept her head lower than his and her tail down but not tucked.  She was respectful, but no omega.  "We hope we did not interrupt anything important."