Thread: The Caern speaks {ATTN ALL GAROU} 4/15/10

Dog runns across the Bawn to the Cave, His Eyes are wide as he looks around waiting for instruction.

Samara stands, ready to follow her pack into the cearn.

Zole comes running up in his wolf form making sure to spot any traps along the way. Whatever traps he happens to see he will disable to help. When he gets to the cave he awaits further instruction.

Tala leads the Dark Riders to the Caern Heart, ready to take part in the festivities.

Pitre follows Tala and Samara. He still hasn't spoken much since the battle. Probably still weighing the decisions of the past week in his mind, he nearly trips over a downed tree branch once before snapping out of it and paying a marginally closer attention.

ayven ambled up his ever present cig hanging from the corner of his mouth he watched in silence as the others showed as well along his face the skin was pocked and would tell of the trauma of that day for the rest of his life his arm was still fresh with the large Y scar where the tail of the beast had almost torn bicep from bone.

Hearing the call, Ran rises from his daily meditations. He makes his way to the heart of the cairn, a small mantra to gaia, and the spirits of the sept, being reverently intoned under his breath as he finds a place to sit.

Shadow walks beside Tala as they come to moot, he is deep in thought, his wrinkled eyes taking in all he sees as if weighing each person and each thought carefully before moving to the next step.

Sebastian trots in behind Tala in his normal Lupus form, head held high. A strut of pride with every step as the Dark Riders enter. He grins silently without a word. He nods at those he passes in silence. Basking in the glory of their victory.