04-23-2013, 09:44 AM
They don't know, not for certain, that they're watched as the pair of Garou make their way through the park. Nina knows, or at least she expects it. She doesn't sense them or smell them, but she's been through enough septs, stepped into enough bawns to know that their presence, hers and Jack's, is watched by the guardians of Forgotten Questions.
She shows no surprise when the wolves melt out of the shadows. She holds still for the sniffing, the checking, the investigating. The Rotagar smells like wind and wet and cold, leather, sweat, blood. Dressed all in black, she's almost a shadow herself, except her hair and face, the pale lining of her jacket give her away.
A glance is spared for Jack, who steps forward to lower his burden to the ground. There is nothing to that look. Though they arrived together, Nina and Jack don't react to each other as those bound by totem might. They are not of one mind or one purpose.
"Underdog," she states, lifting her chin in a nod of greeting before lowering her head respectfully. "Cliath No Moon Get of Fenris, come to pay my respects to the Garou of Forgotten Questions."
She shows no surprise when the wolves melt out of the shadows. She holds still for the sniffing, the checking, the investigating. The Rotagar smells like wind and wet and cold, leather, sweat, blood. Dressed all in black, she's almost a shadow herself, except her hair and face, the pale lining of her jacket give her away.
A glance is spared for Jack, who steps forward to lower his burden to the ground. There is nothing to that look. Though they arrived together, Nina and Jack don't react to each other as those bound by totem might. They are not of one mind or one purpose.
"Underdog," she states, lifting her chin in a nod of greeting before lowering her head respectfully. "Cliath No Moon Get of Fenris, come to pay my respects to the Garou of Forgotten Questions."