07-06-2013, 02:21 PM
Ingrid starts to walk off and Tamsin's kinsman tries to stop her. The young man whose name Calden doesn't have does stop in his tracks, not sure if he's still leading the others away to the Caern, and slowly turns around to face the Fiann. Calden has the Garou's full attention as he speaks but then Hector clears his throat to speak up. He should have done that to start out instead of tearing ass off the property. That's what he's supposed to be doing as the alpha, right? Leading?
Anyone looking at him can tell he has no clue what he's doing.
Tamsin is the only one who can tell by looking at him that he's silently cursing someone who ought to be here right now.
"My name's Hector Echoes-of-the-Lost," he says, standing up straighter. "I'm a Cliath Moondancer of the Uktena. Tamsin Cinder-Song, Furious-Lament and Jack Law-in-War--" He points between Tamsin and Jack. "--are my packmates and I think I was the packmate she said might stay with you before?"
He looks to Tamsin for confirmation but carries on regardless of the answer. May have to point at Ingrid's retreating backside or the empty space where she'd been a moment before but he still introduces her.
"That's Ingrid Dances-With-The-Hurricane. I haven't shook her hand or anything yet but, uh. You know. She was at the Moot. I was totally paying attention. She's one of Thunder's. Jack says they were off on official sept business and came back victorious but tore-up. We weren't gonna take them inside or stay or anything, Jack here is a Bone Gnawer and wolf-born and thinks cell phones are for chewing and had to come find me and I don't want to cleanse them here because it involves a bunch of dancing around and burning-stuff and your horse is already spooked--" Pause for breath. "--so it was more like Jack was just rolling up and tootling the horn and we were jumping in and bailing anyway. You know. If he had a car. Which he doesn't."
Ahem.
"So we'd better get going."
Anyone looking at him can tell he has no clue what he's doing.
Tamsin is the only one who can tell by looking at him that he's silently cursing someone who ought to be here right now.
"My name's Hector Echoes-of-the-Lost," he says, standing up straighter. "I'm a Cliath Moondancer of the Uktena. Tamsin Cinder-Song, Furious-Lament and Jack Law-in-War--" He points between Tamsin and Jack. "--are my packmates and I think I was the packmate she said might stay with you before?"
He looks to Tamsin for confirmation but carries on regardless of the answer. May have to point at Ingrid's retreating backside or the empty space where she'd been a moment before but he still introduces her.
"That's Ingrid Dances-With-The-Hurricane. I haven't shook her hand or anything yet but, uh. You know. She was at the Moot. I was totally paying attention. She's one of Thunder's. Jack says they were off on official sept business and came back victorious but tore-up. We weren't gonna take them inside or stay or anything, Jack here is a Bone Gnawer and wolf-born and thinks cell phones are for chewing and had to come find me and I don't want to cleanse them here because it involves a bunch of dancing around and burning-stuff and your horse is already spooked--" Pause for breath. "--so it was more like Jack was just rolling up and tootling the horn and we were jumping in and bailing anyway. You know. If he had a car. Which he doesn't."
Ahem.
"So we'd better get going."