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Mkfenfi find that a lot of Uktena seem drawn to the Umbra, as that’s the time when the moon paths are at their trickiest. It’s a good time to send a cub on a Rite of Passage or a challenge because they’ll have to use their wits for sure to get back home. I heard tell that one of the Uktenaquesting packs had taken a special interest in the Croatan home realm, which is now a lonely stretch of chilly plains and fir forests. I don’t think Middle Brother can ever return to us, but I think it’s right to honor him by revering his homeland.” Erishka’s Notebook: I didn’t like Rodo much at first; she seemed like a badtempered hick. But I grew to respect her, and I was sorry when we left the day after we arrived. During the night, she took me to see her aunt, a withered old woman who was Kin, I think. She pulled out four cards decorated with pictures and symbols, and told my fortune. First was Judgment, with a set of gray scales beneath tall orange cliffs. She told me that my entire journey, I had walked alone. Next was the Hermit, a dark-skinned man painted with glyphs of red and black, who the aunt said would show me apath to deep waters. Third was the Moon, bright in an indigo sky; she said this portended transfmtion and change from the water. And last was the Star, glittering above a sea of aquagreen. This, said the aunt, meant that if I lived, I would be a wise keeper of secrets. She sounded hopeful, but 1 only gave my thanks, and said no more, I’m so tired. I feel scattered and stretched, like I have no sense of place anymore. If Australia is our last stop, I’ll be relieved. I get the sense Jolon is holding something back, like maybe we’vegotsomewhere else togo, andhe doesn’t want to tell me. As we’ve traveled, I’d hoped we become friends, but he’s gotten more and more withdrawn andpreoccupied. This trip isn’t what I expected. Z&&4dZO@ Erishka sat beside Adoni and watched in silence as he poked his fire with a stick. The darkness of the Outback swallowed them up. It was so murky, she couldn’t even see the high cliffs that surrounded the caern. Other werewolves circled at a respectful distance, occasionally breaking into a howl of song at the crescent moon. Some instinct told her that this was no ordinary Shaman, but a werewolf of great power and rank, perhaps more than anyone she’d met. Jolon treated him with the utmost respect, and the Shaman had responded in kind. The Half Moon couldn’t be sure, but he looked a lot like the Hermit she’d seen on the tarot card in Mexico. It both unnerved and puzzled her. So she’d let her clothes fall to the ground and willingly allowed the Shaman to paint various symbols on her arms and legs. The paint looked like some kind of ochre, but the smell was intoxicating. Her head swam a bit as the fire smoked and crackled. The sensation was sort of like stepping sideways, yet the familiar coolness of the transition didn’t touch her skin. Instead, Erishka felt as if she were falling into open air, the same feeling one had when half asleep, then jerked awake. Adoni spoke, and she used his voice as an anchor to keep herself steady. “Daughter of the Rainbow, Child of Uktena, you have come to where past, present and future are one. Before you leave the land, you will live and die. Turkey’s feathers set you sa place of law, where your what they will not give “Though many would d are a tarnished reflect are a people who love stole caerns and dest pity we cannot teach and restraint.” show a bit more discipline s glorify battle and the fatal flaw; they do not appreciate patience and wisdom. Too often, their vision has -- ///Ino depth. They view t anger. Fenrir’s bro ugh a haze of blood and learn that a whisper can order to work with the Silver Fangs against greater enemies. Perhaps a time is coming soon when their governance will es and shamans are a diverse ugh the former we generally treat as enemies spirits that haunt their footsteps. This is some great secret they hold, and perhaps we would be prudent to discover it.” while greeting the latter With courtesy. Some of them are harmless, Perhapseven willing to learn fromus and our way of life. A rare few have even met with the Uktena and shared their homelands in friendship and respect, with both parties becoming stronger for the alliance. Others, though, are little more than pawns of Grandfather Spider, wanting to control and restrict and bind all in their path. A small number serve Grandfather Serpent and have been granted great power from him. If meeting one of these witches, you would be wise to either flee or strike quickly. Sometimes, it is difficult to qkfena -7 secrets with them lly responsible for the as this world dies, that is all they will remember.” fikfifXfi&M the old ways while also living with B&PJHd&M@& Adoni held cold water to her lips, and Erishka took a long drink. “What happened? I feel like I’ve been sitting here forever,” she groaned, stretching her aching limbs. “You have,” responded the Theurge, quietly. “You have been here always and forever. So I thought you might like some water before we continue.” The Half Moon shrugged in agreement. ‘So, that’s it for the tribes of the Garou Nation, right? Who else is left?” He gave her a long, hard chuckle, white teeth flashing in the moonlight. “Listen on, daughter, and I will tell.” Chapter Two: Fefifhered DGW~S,