Thread: An introduction

An average apperace, build man comes out of the trees. He moves with leathal grace and a smile on his face. " Can I help you? " Amazed that someone had found the Caern through it's defenses.

The wolf takes a step behind a tree. After what seems like only a moment, a young woman has seemingly replaced the wolf, stepping out from behind the tree. She is thin and lean in build, the grey-white robe she is wearing hiding the majority of the finer details of her frame. Her face is framed by long, straight black hair, and largely covered by a thick blue band of cloth tied around her face, covering her eyes completely. The right sleeve of the robe has been pinned up; it seems that she is missing an arm. She gives a toothless smile with a pair of thin lips.
"...That depends on where I am. I haven't trespassed upon a place I should not have, have I?"

cassil hears the other wolf howl as she comes back from the umbra (cassil a tawny colored wolf slightly larger then normal wolves) and howls back her Greating I~M CASSIL SILENTSTRIDER THERUG CLAIRTH and loops to where the wolves are silently through the brush not to scare them

Ariadne, on her nightly jaunt, sees Cassil, as well as two unfamiliar garou, and approaches quietly in her lean, black lupus form.

Aelofin looks to the newcomer and asks. "What brings you here? And we need to wait for someone to come."

"...Apparently someone already is coming. If they aren't here already. As to why I'm here... I had a dream. I took it to mean that this is were I was meant to be." She smiles, not looking away from the speaker but not quite looking at him, either. The blindfold makes it difficult to tell. "Can you tell me if I'm in the right place?"

" not unless ya got some better place to be... dont see many willing visitors to robins tail " a scraggly man in his mid 20's dressed in badly patched corderoy pants two mismatched loafers a matching overshirt open wide over a dirty white tank top that showed the mans ribs in places from his mouth a line of thick smoke rolled of the end of a battered and bent cigarette hanging from his lip

he smiled widely showing pearl white teeth and scratched at the hair at his chin " names ayven , homid philodox " he extends the hand battered and smelling of grease and car fluids

Ariadne walks out from the trees, still in lupus form, and sits down. "Hi...I'm Ariadne Fletcher, homid Strider galliard. Nice to meet you, I hope."

In spite of not apparently being able to see the extended hand, Ira extends her own; she has to grope about for a moment to find Ayven's. "...As I mentioned, I am Ira, cliath theruge of the Silver Fangs. A pleasure to meet you. Your hands feel as though you do a lot with them."