09-30-2014, 01:23 PM
Word finds its way around the area-- through Garou, through a bulletin board at the city-Sept building perhaps-- that the Moot will take place on the October full moon. Be there or be square. Be where? A location wouldn't be too hard to find, if you knew where to look for it.
Goldie Lennox kept to her breed form at this gathering for the most part. A wolf's pelt may have been warmer in the autumn evening chill, but her clothes did the job just as well. Jeans, torn up at the knees and hems (but probably purchased that way, knowing kids these days), flannel and a jacket, a hat and a scarf, maybe even some mittens in her pockets just in case and she was all set. She'd arrived as a lean-limbed petite thing, her round face unfamiliar to many but recognizable to a couple.
One of them Fianna that blew in recently.
Did they come together?
I don't know, maybe.
There's no pack that she joins up with. No flanks that she pats or brushes against. Hands in pockets, she may have chattered at a familiar face or two while waiting for things to kick off, but when they did she stood with the group but unbound to any totem or brotherhood.
When the time came to howl, she'd change to a gold-furred (perfectly predicted by her parents, clearly) lupine and pitch her voice into the sky to be carried away with the rest.
Goldie Lennox kept to her breed form at this gathering for the most part. A wolf's pelt may have been warmer in the autumn evening chill, but her clothes did the job just as well. Jeans, torn up at the knees and hems (but probably purchased that way, knowing kids these days), flannel and a jacket, a hat and a scarf, maybe even some mittens in her pockets just in case and she was all set. She'd arrived as a lean-limbed petite thing, her round face unfamiliar to many but recognizable to a couple.
One of them Fianna that blew in recently.
Did they come together?
I don't know, maybe.
There's no pack that she joins up with. No flanks that she pats or brushes against. Hands in pockets, she may have chattered at a familiar face or two while waiting for things to kick off, but when they did she stood with the group but unbound to any totem or brotherhood.
When the time came to howl, she'd change to a gold-furred (perfectly predicted by her parents, clearly) lupine and pitch her voice into the sky to be carried away with the rest.