that big mouth of his.

[Bridget] [in the den in this weather*]

[Kora] "I don't care." They're standing inside the front vestibule, underneath the choir loft. Close enough that Kora can hear Fire Claws ask for her, and lifts her chin in acknowledgment of the Forseti's request. Her expression says: one minute, two. She's let go of the blanket, now, deeming it beneath her dignity in this moment. Her expression's still, her eyes dark. "You're a stranger; you wanted into my pack's home in the middle of a terrible storm. I'd fail in my duty of hospitality to you to send you back out there. And I'd fail in my duty to protect them - " a tip of her head toward the motley group gathered at the edge of the fire. " - if I just take you at your word, and let you go. I'm Kora. Roman - there, and Linus, there are my packmates. Patrick's Garou, looking to join us. The rest are kin, mine and others. Go sit. Have a piece of pie. Give us a chance to check you out and make sure you are what you seem to be."

There's no edge to that anymore, just a clear, quiet direction and a sort of dismissal.

Keep an eye on him. Find out if he has any local references. If he checks out, we'll let him go. A moment later.

If he doesn't.
That part's wordless.

"Fire Claws," Kora greets her tribesmate, then, turning her attention back to him, her generous mouth twisting, faintly - without showing teeth. He can see his breath here. "Of course. Let's talk." Wisely, she refrains - at the last moment - from using the idiom I'm all ears with the feral-born Forseti.

[Sofie Janssen] Izzy explains that Lego Indiana Jones is an xbox game, and Sofie has heard of that, at least. She nods once and gives a brief lift to her mouth at the jaunt directed at the Fianna Garou. "I've never played the xbox." Just to keep the conversation going, really. She's not terribly interested in computer games.

When Roman makes a reappearance he's ready for bed, has out mattresses and blankets, and is offering her chips. Her nose wrinkles distastefully. "No thanks. You know how much artificial shit is in those? Potato laced with chemicals and no nutritional value whatsoever."

[Kora] Also: Roman better not be eating Kora's Bacon Double Cheeseburger Pringles again.

She shoots him a look across the sanctuary, from a distance, hearing that distinctive crunch.

[Roman Turner] He just grinned at Sofie and as if saying the weather was wonderful asked.

"Ya know how long I am likely to live? It won't be the artificial and chemicals that kills me first."

Soon as Seth got close he held out the Pringles to him.

"Pringles?"

Offering hospitality with Kora's favorite treat.

[Seth Cohen] Wonderful. A guy named "Fire Claws". That should do a lot to put Seth at ease.

Kora walks away from him dismissively and he sighs. He begins to pace again, discomfort evident on his face. Constantly his eyes move from face to face, exit to exit. He is calculating odds and angles with every moment that passes. Seth stays close to the fire with his pacing. No sense in freezing.

And he will take the offered Pringles, because there's no sense is starving either. "Thanks. Bacon Double Cheeseburger Cheeseburger, huh? Nice."

[Sofie Janssen] "That's why you can have them all to yourself," Sofie tells Roman with a brief flicker of humour in her features. She understood why the Garou ate whatever they want. They weren't likely to get sick. It still didn't stand to reason, really, but whatever. "You know, buying that shit just encourages the company's to make them."

[Fire Claws] His eyes turn to look in the direction that Kora turns her own, looking back at the ragabash a few moments before returning his attention on her. It seemed he was trying to find the proper words for whatever he was trying to say, especially considering he was somewhat unsure of some of those around him. Even if they wore the mystical cloak of breeding about many of them.

"Jarl... I.. am 'ere cuz' I wanded onta ya land while 'untin'. Killed wat shuld'a been yas. I am 'ere ta make... right."

[Linus] He's a Strider, Kor', what sort of local ref you expecting?

But he's moving already, shaking out the thickness of his dress and attire, stuffing gloved hands into the hoodie front pocket as a slow pace and saunter is made toward Seth. The features are vaguely grim and the eyes, scrutinizing. He sticks his jaw out slightly and flicks a brief glance at Kora. He'd keep an eye, easy enough.

His stare turns to Seth, narrowing fractionally. It isn't angry. More dissecting then anything. As if he could cut to the Wyrm heart possibly beneath with that stare. That stare remains until Seth takes up a pringle. It has him nodding briefly, like that one little gesture was enough of a sense wyrm for him. Or at least a sign of normalcy. (Who the fuck doesn't like Pringles?)

He follows after Fire~Claws and Kora. A distance yet, but in the Church you didn't need to be close to hear a conversation. He remains somewhere off to one side, quiet in the thick shadow and dark of the Church's outer realms, beyond the bonfire.

"

[Roman Turner] For the first time Roman sighed.

"You are right Miss Sofie. Infact, I think ya should tell Seth here all about them chemicals and encouraging companys and all that stuff."

He was already handing off the chips to Seth and slipping off towards the kitchen again to get more eats that might send Sofie off the chemical deep end.

[Bridget] A smirk comes from the Canadian after she digs her paws into the pringles and takes some. Seth says nothing at her little encouragement, but he comes over to share some food. Bridget takes a few and moves back to a spot by the fire with her harmonica.

Before she stuffs some into her mouth, however, she decides to play a scale or two, just practicing. Patrick might know by now she has to do something to express those instincts when surrounded by all this latent Rage. Her behavior is not surprising, but her relative silence is.

[Sofie Janssen] Looking from Roman to Seth, she glances the man over from head to toe and then eyes the Pringles like it's a box full of maggots before turning away. She reaches up and finally takes off her knit cap, brushing her other hand through her hair. A blue scarf still winds its way around her throat, the blonde strands caught in it at the back. Small tugs get it all out, and toss hair down her back.

"Are you staying here tonight?" She asked Patrick, who was as quiet as she was, it seemed. Then it occurs to her she's only assuming other details and decides to get that clarified while she's at it. "Or do you live at the Brotherhood?" Where they had met last night.

[Kora] "The only good hunting in the city is Wyrm, Fire Claws. Otherwise it's just vermin," there's a brief twist of her mouth, wry. The heat of the fire is starting to permeate the structure. Up close, it's warm enough to sleep. Here, well - Kora starts unbuttoning her winter coat. " - hardly worth the time you take to run them down."

A pause, then; she looks back at her brother in the shadows at the edge of the fire he's constructed. Curves her shoulders in a brief, helpless sort of gesture when he asks her what sort of local reference she might expect a strider to have, then looks back to Fire Claws. "Are you still hunting alone?"

[Izzy Montoya] She watches the banter between Roman and Sophie, and then lets her gaze rest heavy on Seth once more as he dares close the distance, if only in search of pringles. She waits, and then times her reach for some chips so that it brings her hand to bump against his. When he looks up - because of course he does - she's arched a brow, amusement resting across her lips.

She takes her chip, and sits back. It was very much a 'i know why you're nervous' encounter. Even if she doesn't, exactly. She's just mean.

For the most part, though, she remains silent. Watchful.

[Roman Turner] It wasn't too awful long before he reappeared, this time fully dressed once more as if he might be planning on going out. More chips were handed out and then the Coggie made himself at home on the pew, pulling his hat down over his eyes as if he were going to sleep. Quietly across the link was whispered.

I'll follow him if he suddenly ups and leaves.

Meaning Seth. In a few moments his breathing was nice and easy.

((And I must sleep. Thanks for the play!))

[Fire Claws] He listens intently to Kora when she speaks about what is good hunting, his body starting to shake a little to shuffle off any of the rest of the snow that sits on his heavy jacket and hat, familiar acts and such. His hands soon burying themselves deep within the pits of his arms, trying to warm up the tips. His attention turns once when she pauses, eyes turn back to the pair of untamed kin women sitting around the mattresses, eating at what food is offered. Distracted.

When Kora asks him if he is still hunting alone, his eyes snap back to her.

"Ya. Still 'lone."

His mind retracing her previous mention of good hunts.

"I kill'd da wyrmlin' on ya territory. Ya right. Ya 'onor, not mine."

[Patrick Llewelyn] [Sorry all, phonecalls about Cyclone Yasi! Eesh.]

[Bridget] Bridget's head snaps to attention when she feels the press of someone staring, but she's not sure at first where it's coming from. She shakes it off, then curls over her harmonica. Unlike the usual wail, the kinfolk keeps things relatively calm. The kinfolk is soon lost in her playing, making unusual coaxing noises from the metal shard rather than the blues wail.

It doesn't really matter that everyone's lost in their own thing. Bridget finds a way to get lost as well, with much more consistent company.

[Linus] Takes this shit seriously, doesn't he?

Is Linus offer over the totemlink to Kora, his own attention shifting to the small group of huddled Kinfolk and Trueborn. He allows himself a brief moment to relax, take in the sight. Family through and through, despite the baggage that came with it. A nice neat little package. He pushed his jaw forward and breathed through his nose, trying to dull the tension riding his spine.

"...Bunch of lay abouts..." Quietly and to no one, the Godi remains where he is in the dark, off to one side, returning his attention to the pair of Fenrir in Jarl and Forseti. Arms cross over chest and he begins to teeter back and forth from one foot to another, notes from a harmonica creeping into the air to lend cadence to the wind howl and snow drop outside.

[Patrick Llewelyn] Prayers to Broken Stone had not vanished, had not ceased to exist. Well, at least not physically. What the Galliard had in fact been doing was focusing on some spot on the ground; frowning. The coffee beside him was forgotten, stone cold by the time he seems to stir again, and tune back in to his surroundings.

Kora is speaking to an unknown figure, the Kinfolk are still present -- Bridget playing the blues on a harmonica -- and even Linus appears to have calmed down.

Straightening, Patrick slides from his perch wordlessly, and starts to venture around the premises; finding some shadowy nook, the Galliard takes up residence in it, and hunches his back against the wall. In his pocket, fingers worry a lighter.

[Remy] "...it's not even that cold." The door of the church creaks open on Remy's grumbling. "Just a little windy is all. Button up over your nose and mouth and you'll be fine. Don't know why you insist on stopping off here. Not like it's that much farther to the El station."

And WHUMPF goes the big ironwood doors of the Church, shutting out -- if not quite the chill -- the wind and the snow, at least. The muscleheaded Godi and the slighter, recently-widowed kin stand in the nave of the church, the former peeling outerwear down from his head.

"VISITING IN YOUR TERRITORY!" Remy bellows. It echoes off the buttresses, reflects back from the arched ceiling. "There, that ought to be polite enough for them."

[Izzy Montoya] Patrick gets up to move, and it catches her attention. Very little misses her attention, actually, his movement simply gets her to glance his direction. She tracks his movement across the room, then marks each of the other occupants once more. Roman is snoozing. Linus is rocking. Bridget is playing. Kora and Fireclaws are talking and..

Remy is bellowing. Subtle.

She lifts the coffee cup to her lips, and remains quiet, for now. She digs her phone out of her pocket, and thumbs through her messages, tension tightening along her jaw as she sees nothing from Dabney, or anyone who can come get the car. And her.

[Kora] Kora half turns, following Fire Claws' line of sight toward the kinswomen gathered around the fire. When she looks back to the feral Forseti, her eyes are bright with reflected light. "Wolves weren't meant to hunt alone." It's a truism. A cliché. And a truth. Kora's eyes are trained on his rough features, which never seem wholly human to her, as if she could see the wolf in him pushing through his skin, opening his human mouth with its blunt teeth, unbending his human posture - the straight spine, the well-set shoulders. "Who will tell your stories around the fires. Who'll bring you back to yourself when you claw you way back from death. Who'll howl for you when you die."

Her mouth twists again; some part of her knows that he cannot read it as a human would. Look, she's smiling, not showing teeth. The coat swings open and it is clear that she's pregnant, even if he does not know precisely how pregnancy looks on human women. Her one lean, narrow frame looks - not feminine, but instead: distinctively female, though she's a few months off from delivery yet.

Kora crosses her arms beneath her breasts, glances back at Linus, her features in profile, illuminated. Then, back to Fire Claws. "Well, here's the payment I want from you. Linus' Hrafn flock is grounded by the storm. We need eyes and ears in the territory, this side and the other. You'll run with us; take your turn standing watch when you haven't got duty at the Caern."

Remy and Drew walk in, the former bellowing his presence. Kora's off in the shadows beneath the choir loft, arms crossed, her head tucked, intent on her conversation with the feral. Still, she glances up when they walk on, dark eyes touching on the pair. Remy, Drew.

"Don't eat my Bacon Double Cheeseburger Pringles." Her voice carries; she needn't bellow. Call it a welcome, of sorts.

[Sofie Janssen] Getting up from the pew, she makes her way towards Izzy. It's only a few steps away, and then she sits herself down again. She doesn't know the Kinswoman, they hadn't really spoken, but Sofie strikes up a conversation quietly. It's a question, really, followed on after she watched the other woman check her phone. "Think cabs will come out tonight?" The words are low.

[Drew Roscoe] The door opens, snow and wind cuts into the building when it does so, and in through the havoc of white step a pair of Fenrir together, chattering, mid-conversation with one another. The tall, muscled, oh-so-handsome Godi is grumbling down to the Kinfolk that came along with him, a girl with her hair twisted back into a ponytail so the wind wouldn't blow it into her face, decked out as much as possible for the cold with a winter hat, gloves, scarf, coat, boots... the whole nine yards. She's got her chin lifted so her mouth is free from the scarf, so what she says can be heard over the whistle of the wind: "Just wanna check and see if he's here or not, I told'ja that. I know he's a big kid and he'll be fine, but it's been three nights." The last time she didn't go searching for someone she found out a month after that they'd been dead the whole time and no one had bothered to come tell her.

The door slaps closed behind them, with some effort on Remy's part to force it back against the wind. Then Remy's hollering into the church, acoustics bouncing the sound all about the place. Drew cringes some against the sound, then shakes her head when he muses about how polite the announcement had to be, that Last Watch of course would be content with it.

"You know they've got an open-door policy to Tribe, right?" And Drew's unwrapping her scarf from about her chin, knotting it more loosely about her neck so it wasn't strangling her, and glancing about the worship-room that they had stepped into. The sound of music was replacing the echo of Remy's voice and the ringing it left in her ear, the crackle and snap of flames as well. She's not asking right away, searching verbally for the Rotagar. Rather, she's hunting with her eyes. If he'd be anywhere, it'd likely be with the group.

[Izzy Montoya] Sofie settles next to Izzy, and she takes another drink, before looking over at the other kin. She returns her gaze to her phone, as she lifts a shoulder into a shrug. "Slowly, if at all."

There's a beat, and then. "If my car decides to start, I can get you to the Brotherhood."

[Sofie Janssen] Considering the offer, she looks back to where Patrick had disappeared to, then back around to Izzy. "Patrick, the Fianna, he's a mechanic. Maybe we can get him to have a look at it. I don't think he wants to be here either," she says what they all seem to be thinking. Nobody likes being trapped, even if it's by nature Herself.

[Linus] Linus remains off to one side of the church, bowed to his haunches whilst inspecting something along the foundation line. Carvings in the stonework done by crude claws and time. Kora and Fire~Claws conversation is left to the wayside for the moment, Linus attention picking out his name and the description of the Hrafn. His silence was approval, if not outright comfort at knowing there would be someone there to keep watch while he wasn't. The tension in his spine ebbed slightly...

...And Remy and Drew's arrival brings him around from his inspection of the glyph-work along the foundation. His gaze narrows and his jaw juts out, off to the left and in the dark of the large Church doors. The Bonfire just infront of the Dais where the altar use to be is a hotbed of Kin and True all settled in a relaxed. Several of the pews have been dragged over to act as seating.

"Got more bodies tonight than a fuckin' Brothel on 2 for 1 Tuesdays..."

[Remy] "Whatever, they want polite, this is my idea of polite. You announce yourself when you're on another wolf's turf." And then he draws in a deep breath to yell back, "NOT LOOKING FOR FOOD, JUST HERE TO LET TWINKLE TOES WARM UP."

Which isn't really the truth, but. Remy stuffs his wool cap in his pocket, then unzips the front of his jacket from top to bottom. Underneath that he's got a microfleece inner jacket; under that, a thermal longsleeve tee. All of it pads out a frame that's already -- well. Impressive is putting it nicely. Standard-dumb-jock might be putting it more accurately.

"Who're we here to check on again?"

[Linus] "Shut the fuck up already and go get warm then!"

[Bridget] "Hey, Izzy. I'd like to come with ya if you'll take me. I'll buy you a beer or something."

She stops playing long enough for that.

[Remy] Remy's head snaps around. He squints through the murk. He doesn't really dial it down very far: "Did it look or sound like I was talking to you, squirt?"

[Linus] "Did it sound like I give a fuck 'bout your Preferences, Roadkill?" From the dark, Linus pulling up to his feet and dusting his fingers down over his jacket.

[Izzy Montoya] Patrick there, is a mechanic. Something in that statement seems to amuse Izzy, for all that she comments "I know." She hasn't asked him though, has not imposed on his knowledge. After this, though, she might. Bridget asks to join, and she lifts dark eyes to the Fianna kin, then back to her phone. Perhaps it's agreement.

"Depends on the car star..."

And then Remy snaps his head around. His focus is on Linus, who stands to face the other Fenrir, but that doesn't stop the twist of tension along her spine. She refuses to show it, other then a slight clench of her jaw.

[Sofie Janssen] It has to be telling, that there's Kinfolk that would rather go out and brave it in a storm then to stay in the Church with the Last Watch. Sofie looks from where Remy is bellowing and entering with Drew, over to Bridget as she asks to get a ride out too.

Her gaze cuts across the figures at various places in the Church. The bonfire is warm, crackling over to the side and the smell of smoke drowns out that of the damp snow beyond. It could have been the slumber party Roman had seemed to want, but it's far from that ideal right now.

If the tension wasn't enough before. Now there's Get of Fenris yelling at each other in a place where sound seems to carry just fine. "Fuck it," she murmurs low to Izzy. "I'm slipping out the back door." The cap in her jacket pocket is pulled out and held in a hand as she rises off the pew.

"Comin'?" To Izzy and Bridget.

[Drew Roscoe] He bellows that they don't want food, just shelter long enough for Drew to get some circulation back into her 'twinkle-toes'. Him calling her that had her peering up at him, then grinning ironically. She shook her head a little, and looked toward the huddle of Kin grouped together, from them to the direction from where Linus's voice was ringing out, the vague shape of him, the statuesque and curved figure of Kora, and a stout, not-immediately-recognized person along with them, mostly hidden in the shadows.

Remy and Linus are calling back and forth, and Drew grunts and nudges her elbow into Remy's side, which felt an awful lot like digging her elbow into a section of beef slab, only slightly cushioned by the layers of clothing on top.

"Here for Erek. And could you not? He's Last Watch, this's their land. Why you gotta be picking fights all the time?"

[Fire Claws] He turns his attention to the Godi who seemed to be hanging around the conversation between himself and their Jarl. He watched the godi and his inspection of the foundation and the glyohs carved around the room. Turning back to the alpha of the pack, he furrows his brow.

"Oka'.

It was a pack, even if he was not dedicated to it. It was a start, something to call himself apart of. But within a few moments, his head quickly snaps back to the door, a scent he had learned of and a faint one he had found at the Sept a few days ago. Eyes turning on Drew and her guide, but the smell not the same.

Focused on the new arrivals now.

[Remy] Drew can feel Remy's rage flaring. The solid young Godi jerks his head to the left, giving his neck a quick, sharp crack. "It sound like I started this fight?" he mutters back at Drew. "Who told me to shut the fuck up first? Anyway, his territory or not, he better get ready to defend it --

"HEY FUCKFACE. Wanna come over here and say that again?"

[Patrick Llewelyn] Remy enters; in the darkness, the Fianna's eyes gleam as he lifts his face. He's taken the lighter out of his pocket and flicks it open, ignites the flame and then flicks it shut again. The slow, steady repetition might give the Kinfolk pause about checking with him about anything.

Especially considering the way his Rage seems to have swarmed.
Especially considering the grim set to his jaw abruptly.

Remy's remark to Linus draws a snort from his corner. If Remy paid attention, he'd see the outline of Patrick, there. He can certainly smell Fianna.

[Bridget] Bridget shucks off the blanket, grabs her bag, and stuffs her father's harmonica into it, popping the chips into her mouth at last. Doubtful Kora wanted it after they've been pawed at, which happened before the warning was confirmed.

"Been out hunting in worse," she says, wiping her hands off onto her jeans. Her eyes cast towards Patrick, then the Lupus-born before she looks back to Izzy.

[Linus] ...And Linus peels out of the darkness with a narrowed eye and a flicker of something like a smile, faint and off.

"I think I know about you." A beat, eyes flicking off Remy toward Drew, finger pointing at the other Godi, his lanky frame draped in the thick Trappings of winter. "This how you have fun now?" And the smile vanishes with a flash of something distasteful.

[Izzy Montoya] Bridget and Sophie make as if to dash out the back, the sudden tension too much, to sudden too soon. Izzy doesn't move, because... well. She's a stubborn bitch, and she refuses to allow any Trueborn to think they've gotten to her. Even if said True has zero attention spared in her direction. She needs to check on the car, and ensure it starts.

"Patrick, think you could take a look?" That, first, and then to the kin.. "I'll call a cab for you guys. It might take a bit." Especially if there is a brawl, first.

[Drew Roscoe] "Choice of words aside, I don't think he was looking to pick a fight."

The Kinfolk's scowling, the bridge of her nose wrinkled up, and tugging her gloves off her hands to stick them in her coat pockets, but leaving the hat on her head anyways. How a Godi, who was supposed to be lost in Spirits and Other Worlds, calm and focused, got more riled up and strutted more than a rooster did was beyond her. Hell, Joe was friendlier and far more reasonable.

Linus comes out from where he'd been standing with Kora and Fire Claws, into more ready view, and answers to the challenge like any Fenrir would. Drew's exasperated already, and sighing heavily, but, oddly, not peeling away from Remy's side. Not just yet at least. She's just muttering to him under her breath.

"I swear I'm never going places with you anymore."

[Sofie Janssen] "It's alright," Sofie gives Izzy a nod of her head, "I've got a phone. I can call a cab."

Looking to Bridget, she nudges her head towards the door. Despite saying that she was going to slip out the back door, Sofie's going to walk right out the way she came. Quite content to walk with an unknown woman, safety in numbers and all that, Sofie begins towards the door.

As she's putting her hat back on, passing by Drew and Remy, she offered: "Hey Remy," as she's heading out.

Kora gets a small lift of her hand as she reaches the door to open it.

[Remy] Remy comes forward as Linus does. They meet amidst toppled pews and dusty, torn bibles. Hymnbooks. In this silent arena, pervaded through and through by some immaterial sense of the holy, or at least what mortals hope to be holy, Remy is a blunt weapon, a burning brand, irreverent and -- by all appearances -- stone-deaf to the secret life around him.

He puts a gloved hand to his ear, exaggeratedly mimicking a listening gesture. "What's that? Oh, that's right. I didn't hear you calling me Roadkill again, did I now."

A second later the mockery flashes dark. He takes a step forward and sideways, in front of Drew. "Hey, bitch. If you're too afraid to sling insults at the Trueborn, don't take it out on the kin."

-- his eyes flick toward Sofie. "Hey, Sofe. Where you going?" They come back to Linus, hard and dark.

[Kora] Kora's arms are crossed; the agreement's set with Fire Claws, requiring no further words. Instead, her attention narrows on Linus and Remy, nostrils flaring with a sharp sort of distaste.

"Bone-Writer," there's caution in her voice; which is to say: warning. "No." She knows the church as well as anyone; better than anyone living, and she's crossing the distance in long, moving strides. The edges of her winter coat flare out around her frame as she advances on Remy like she's going to run him down.

"Drew, shut the fuck up."

"Remy, shut the fuck up. You are going to hold your tongue or walk out that fucking door. You want to throw down; you'll do it after this fucking storm."

[Sofie Janssen] "Anywhere that's not here." Sofie shoots back and then steps out into the blizzard and the storm that's raining down on the city.

[Kora] (guys, I really, really, really need to sleep since it's 2 a.m. If this is going further than sniping, we have to pause. )
to Bridget, Drew Roscoe, Erek Skulason, Fire Claws, Izzy Montoya, Linus, Patrick Llewelyn, Remy, Sofie Janssen

[Bridget] "Bonsoir," she blinks at Remy on her way out with the other kinswoman of significant breeding. She seems to know enough of the same people, so she must be alright.

Bridget usually isn't bothered by all the tension, moreso than usual. She just isn't feeling in the mood to deal with drama, and she's got more of her own personal drama in spades.

Sofie suddenly leaves and the other lanky, wolfish girl follows into the blizzard.

"This is nothing. You been into the mountains before?" she asks the blonde.

[Patrick Llewelyn] Izzy wants him to take a look at the car.

Shk.

The flame is snuffed out again, and Patrick shifts; feet scraping against floor debris as he moves back out of the shadows, coming up alongside Linus. "Yeah," his eyes are on Remy, flick to Drew, then shift to Izzy. "I can take a look. Let's go."

He heads toward the door Sofie had just scuttled out of to escape them all.

[Remy] A clench of his teeth, muscles drawing taut from temple to jaw. Remy jerks a thumb at Linus.

"He started it."

[Izzy Montoya] Something Kora says gets a reaction from Izzy - though it's hidden as she continues to thumb through her phone. She takes an extra moment, checking another message, before she looks up again, and tucks the phone away.

Patrick agrees to take a look, and only then does she stand. She nods toward Kora, though her attention is elsewhere, and turns to follow Patrick to the door. "It's not far."

[Linus] "...And When I deem you important enough to insult a second time you'll know-"

Kora speaks. It doesn't still Linus' tongue as much as it does get his attention. Hermodr was good like that. Especially in the Jarl's hands. His head tilts away from catching Remy's gaze with that grin like suggestions and Name calling to die when he meets Kora's gaze and mention of a single, adamant word. His response is a grunt and a cluck of the tongue.

"Yeah."

And then around on Remy again. He leans slightly, regarding Drew again with that same weird smile and narrowed gaze.

"Pick 'em sweet 'n tender." A jab there. Something suggestive. "Good on ya." Before the Godi's pulling off without another word or eye at Remy, glancing at Patrick as the large Fianna goes wandering past and for the door. The party was dying as quick as it started, arrivals turning to departures without much effort.

"I'm gonna see if I can convince Hrafn to settle in. At least keep eyes on the Church outskirts." And around toward Fire~claws, a serious tone creeping into a small phrase.

"You comin' with?"

[Fire Claws] His attention is pulled in several different ways as he continues to watch the ongoing of the pair of Godi as they snipe back and forth. Watching and waiting for one or the other to go beyond words.

Back to Bridget, Sofie, Izzy and Patrick as they talk about leaving into the blizzard, about cars and other issues he had no understanding about. He just stands and watches the interaction of monkeys as they go about their situations.

Just curious.

[Sofie Janssen] "Mountains? Well, depends what you call mountains." Sofie answers Bridget, pulling the scarf up around the bottom half of her face and working on her gloves as they step out into the cold. The street is far from friendly today, but the other Kinfolk is right - there's been worse. "Most of the hiking I've done is not in the winter."

"Where you from anyway? Your accent, it sounds familiar." Because Sofie has ventured into Canada a few times, just not enough to immediately place her there. The town and Sept she was with wasn't too far from the borders edge.

[Fire Claws] He nods when Linus directs his attention back to him. Back to something he actually knew about. Spirits and hunting.

"Ya."

[Kora] "Squirt.

"Roadkill."

Trust a Skald to remember the precise series of insults tossed out. "I don't care who started it. I'm ending it tonight. You want to take it up again, when the storm's passed and we're not fucking blind, you do that. Tonight: no fucking way."

Then, another frisson of anger sparks in Kora's eyes and she rounds in an arc of motion, leaving Remy at her back, scowling at her brother. "Bone-Writer, that was un fucking called for. Apologize to Drew, you owe her a debt of honor. And you're not to say a cross-word to kin - not a stray fuck - for a week, or I will take it out of your hide. Hear me?"

[Bridget] "Red Deer Sept, some podunk place in the mountains of Alberta. We're a good two or three hours from the nearest anything. We have a cabin out there, it can get pretty rough in the winter."

Her accent isn't the form of Canadian familiar to most people in Fargo. She's got a good deal of the Quebecois in the way she speaks, more apparent when she's drunk or angry and swearing.

"What about you?"

[Erek Skulason] *There's friction afoot, the no moon can feel it in his gut as he waded through the blizzard towards what he considered sanctuary. A tall, figured covered in head to boot in heavy winter clothes, a scarf wrapped several times around his throat, jaw and nose to protect it from the cold, a knit cap slammed down tight on his skull to cover his ears. Blue eyes peer out the slit that was made for his vision, sniffling a red-chapped nose*

[Remy] Remy's eyes narrow a beat on Kora. But then Linus is moving, and Remy's pivoting in place to watch him go. When their relative positions have changed enough that Linus is closer to Drew than to Remy, the latter puts his big hand on Drew's shoulder and brushes her almost effortlessly behind him again. His free hand -- since he's decided not to keep running his mouth for now -- flaps open and shut in a distinct yappety-yap gesture. And when Kora dresses her packmate down, Remy's smirk is positively shit-eating.

He nudges Drew, "This yapper's the one you're here to check up on? We've checked on him, you wanna go now?"

[Drew Roscoe] Linus and Remy are all but at one another's throats. Remy's shifted so he's standing in front of her, spitting venom at the other Godi for insulting Drew-- though she seems to have missed how she was insulted. She's muttering, and Kora's interjecting, her voice all brass and authority.

Drew, shut the fuck up.

This was far from the first time she's heard those words, there's nearly a quip of humor at the corners of her mouth at the familiar cadence of the order. She presses her lips together, wrings her hands for warmth, and cups them up to her mouth to breathe on them, bringing circulation back to her fingertips and stepping out to the side so she's part behind Remy, part to his side now instead.

Linus's eyes fall on her, sarcasm and bitterness in them as he compliments Remy on his choice of 'sweet and tender'. The Kin frowns, hard. She doesn't look taken aback, shocked or upset like delicate girls tend to when they've been had like that. Rather, she just looks annoyed. Really now? her eyes said into his. Unnecessary.

And Kora's stomping on the fight, firm that it will not happen, not here and not tonight. She's demanding that Linus apologize to the Kin, affirming what Drew felt in her chest when the insult was made. She doesn't look haughty, though, or satisfied that Kora took her side. She just sniffs against the effects cold will have on a healthy nose and breathes further into her hands.

The doors open from behind, Erek's working his way in, and Remy's nudging her with his elbow, talking toward her ear. She glanced back toward Erek, and an expression of partial relief softened her features away from the irritation that was set there prior.

"Yeah. On both counts."

[Patrick Llewelyn] [Can I repair da car? Dex + Crafts (Car Repair)]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Fire Claws] He moves over to Linus as he goes on about being blind, while he was being reprimanded by his alpha. Moving up along side of dressed down true he was suppose to help with this 'blind problem.'

His eyes moving over Drew a few moments as he takes in the scent on her. Looking her up and down a little more as he realizes what he can smell now, smirking. The grin widening even more when the scent comes walking through the door.

Then back to Linus.

"Why ya blind?"

[Sofie Janssen] "Never been to Alberta." The conversation they are having is low. Sofie walks with her hands down by her sides instead of in her pockets. Her balance is better that way. The ground is unforgiving, blanketed with snow. The hem of pants will be wet by the time they get wherever it is they are going, walking up the street.

A glance is given to the stranger, who she knows as Bridget because she had been listening earlier. "Small place, over by Montana." Top end of Idaho. Doesn't really matter where. She's not there now, but she's starting to feel a little pang of homesickness.

"You heading to the Brotherhood?"

[Linus] Linus freezes in place at that all too familiar tone in Kora's voice. Shoulders hunch and his face screws up in something like grim displeasure. Fingers curl with arms straight to either side and then he's turning with a large exhale to regard Kora. Something of a dead pan;

"Yeah, Renders~rhya. I hear you." And then he turns narrowed eyes at Drew, mouth working around something...displeased and displeasing. "When I find something, you'll be the first to hear about it. Trust in that if nothing else." A promise of something. An apology now would be rife with...well, worse than any further insults. The Debt and the Apology would come as one.

Fenrir didn't do Sorry. At least, not well.

He turns back toward the Lupus, last vestige of something human drifting away to leave behind the possibility of what was to come: Duty. Spirits and Hunting. A much needed release.

"Let's do this, Claws~Yuf." Because the Lupus was a forseti and because Gwen had said he had jaws for tradition. The Godi seems to collect himself for a moment, then Fire~Claws asks. He turns and his face splits into a grin.

"Cause of all the monkey two legs running around, I talk the most. Rarely listen."

The air collides with a Pop and he vanishes into the Umbra.

[Patrick Llewelyn] Izzy leads him to her car -- which, according to her -- was not that far. The Galliard is mostly silent as he follows her; roughly tugging the zip up his jacket outside. The storm has not lessened with the passing hours, if anything, it has worsened and before long his face is all but numb despite his hood and gloves.

He signals the Fenrir to get inside her car; and opens the front; his upper body vanishing under the hood. After several moments; a palm smacks the side of the vehicle twice through the snowy windshield she can see Patrick winding his finger. Translation: Start her up.

[Kora] "Drew." Kora's arms are crossed underneath her breasts, over her stomach. "When the storm lets up, you are going to come here and find me. We need to have a talk." A sharp look over the kin's shoulder, at Remy. "Alone."

Then she's finished, Kora. And wanders off someplace while her player collapses into a coma.

[Erek Skulason] *Erek hovers outside near the door, watching the traffic of people exiting the church, he isn't privy to what's going on inside. His head turning, tilting to the side to track his vision over Izzy as she and Patrick are getting into her car. Further away, to barely see the tail end of Sofie heading down the sidewalk, and then finally Drew with Remy, when he's swung his vision back to the doors. Shoulders rolling back in faint shrug under clothing*

[Kora] (Gah, sorry! (grins) if Erek's about Kora'd ask him to give Roman a hand with patrols. NOW I SLEEP. :) )

[Bridget] "Never been there. But yeah, I'm crashing at the Brotherhood for now. Cordelia and I shack in room 8. You want to call a cab? My phone's dead."

Bridget pushes her hair out of her face as her eyes seek out what there is on the street.

[Izzy Montoya] She doesn't say anything as they walk the short distance to the car. It could have been worse, of course. It could have broken down anywhere on the way home. But it was here, and as luck would have it, so was the Mechanic, who's wanted to get his hands on her ride since he, well, rode in it.

He signals that she get into the car, which she does, rubbing her hands together in some hopes of getting warmth to the palms and fingers, freezing despite the leather gloves she pulls on. Patrick does something under the hood, and then signals her to give it a go. She reaches forward, and turns the key, confident that he's worked a minor miracle.

[Fire Claws] His face scrunches into a strange look of curiosity when the spirit-talker says something about talking too much and never listening. What exactly did that have to do with being blind? These monkeys were strange indeed.

But before he follows Linus on his duty, he turns and looks towards the doors, where he could smell Erek. Yelling out to the rotagar.

"SEEMS YA FOUND SUMTIN TO STAY FOR SPINEBREAKA'"

And with that the air about him pops as he fades from the physical.

[Izzy Montoya] Her confidence is well placed. The car roars to a start, and she flips on the heater instantly, and huffs a breath of relief. Then she steps out of the car to join him once more as he goes about shutting the hood, and look pleased with himself.

She's quiet a moment, and then. "Thanks." A beat, and she lifts a chin toward the church. "Staying here tonight, or looking for other accommodations." Or a rematch, of course.

[Sofie Janssen] Digging out her phone from her pocket, Sofie slows her walk as she navigates buttons with fingers in gloves. It's harder then it looks to press buttons in wool covered tips. "I'm staying in room seven," she tells Bridget, voice low. "Seems an okay place."

Then she puts the phone to her ear to call them a cab. The diner isn't far, she nods towards it as a suggestion and gives the address over the phone. She'd be happy to go and sit over a warm drink until their cab arrives, and just as happy to sit in silence or talk about random nothingness.

[Erek Skulason] *Kora manages to catch the young Get of Fenris before he too had a chance to sneak away since everyone else was abandoning ship, but she snags his ear and asks him to help with patrols. He merely gives her a silent nod, pulling and pushing the wrappings away from his mouth. He peers inside to hear Fire Claws yell something at him, but isn't quite sure how to take it*

Lupus sarcasm, fabulous.

[Drew Roscoe] Kora's firm before she leaves-- Drew was to, once the storm had died out and the bonfire was nothing but crackling embers, come to her and have a talk. Come to her alone. Drew could only imagine what the conversation would be about-- spending too much time with Garou men? Not having a proper agenda? Not honoring her dead mate? Not bringing Remy by here anymore because he was such a pain in the ass? She had no firm idea of which it would be, but she imagined at least two of those topics would be touched on, and they wouldn't be speaking with smiles of reminiscence on their faces.

Fire Claws is looking at her, and she's recognizing his face, offering a nod and a weak, brief flash of a polite smile-- no teeth in it, though, she remembered that. But then he's smirking, bellowing to Erek as he came through the doors, and vanishing along with Linus-- who promised something intangible rather than really apologizing-- before she could react otherwise.

There's a moment of quiet, then the Kingirl's simply gritting her teeth and lifting her hand to rub her palm along her forehead and dig the heel of her hand into the bridge of her nose, eyes closed. Sometimes just going away felt like a great idea, at least for a time.

[Erek Skulason] I think we should change your name to "Pain-in-the-Ass", Ms. Roscoe, seems you ain't shooting so straight these days.

*There's a bit of dry wit that drips in his voice, which sounds rough and fatigued, when he speaks out to Drew. Shifting his weight, Erek regards her with a curious look. His gloved hand wiping snow drifts from his face and pushing the scarf down more until it sat more comfortably around his throat. The dark shades of bruised skin slightly mark the left side of his jaw*

[Remy] Kora's sharp-eyed glance toward Remy makes the young Godi touch the tip of his tongue to the tip of an incisor, smirking. At least it might be a smirk, even if that twist of his mouth makes it look closer to a sneer. He rolls his head on his shoulders again, then closes his jaws and turns that smirk on Drew.

"Oo-oo-oo," he intones. "Looks like you're in trouble."

His eyes flick past her when Erek speaks up, though. Chicago's been good to the Godi. When he showed up here he was defensive, wary. Barely a month and a half later, when Remy shifts to face a new face more directly, he moves sway-shouldered, stares straight and sharp. All around him is the defiant, cocky attitude of a bareknuckle brawler that's too good, too young.

Erek was talking to Drew, but Remy answers. "Who's talking?"

[Drew Roscoe] Erek quips that she should change her name, and Drew's shaking her head, hand still at her face and eyes still closed. "See, that's precisely the problem. Can't use bullets on Family. That's what got us banned from the Caern in the first place-- can't even go visit graves anymore." She sniffed again, hefted a deep breath, and sighed it out slowly as Remy smirked about her being in trouble and voiced it to boot.

"Well, shit, how much trouble could it be?"

It was an honest question that she didn't expect an answer to. She probably wouldn't get one either, because Remy's swinging around onto Erek now, and Drew's peeking at him from behind her wrist, then tugging on her hat to adjust it more securely over the tops of her ears.

"That's Erek, the guy we were here lookin' for." And, before Erek has a chance to bristle back (she knows what moon it is, knows to beware), she gestures for him, one hand going from aiming toward Erek's chest to Remy's. "Erek, this's Remy. He's Godi, Family."

[Remy] "Only whatever trouble you let her put you in," Remy replies. "You haven't done shit wrong. So maybe she just wants to talk to you about your Potential Contribution to the Tribe or something."

Anyway. He glances Erek over as he's introduced, and then gives a short, sharp nod. "Rémy de Tournières," he says. "Godi, like she said."

[Erek Skulason] *There's a twitch in his bruised cheek, just under his eye. He sniffles, running thumb and forefinger across it a few times. His shoulders rolling back as he cuts a narrowing gaze across Remy (likely sizing him up). Just an inch difference in height, a few weeks difference in moons, and pretty boy packs more fire in his gut whilst Erek's beat him on pedigree. The corners of his mouth flatten a little, taking on an edge as he hears Drew, but isn't looking directly at her*

Well, goddamn, Drew! Ain't you just the pertiest thing tonight. Look at'cha all sexay-back and posturing. You packed on some weight, beefed up, just a tad.

*His speech directed at Remy, he lifts a hand up to gesture with his fingers when he says "just a tad", and then grunts, the devil's smile playing along his mouth*

If Linus's Pumpkin, Roman's Peaches, I'm Cream... well, Jesus fuck me, that must make you Sugar Plum, Remy, nice to meet'cha.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew snorted dismissively at Remy's mention of 'potential contribution', having a pretty good idea what that choice of words tends to mean. "Not anytime soon," she told him, and left that topic precisely on that spot.

...And then there goes Erek, Rotagar Extraordinaire.

Drew's breath catches, just for a second, her muscles tighten under the heavy winter coat that hung off her frame more than it hugged it, and her weight rocks forward just a touch, like her body's already moving to wedge between the two before her mind's caught up. Thankfully, her mind was quick enough to stop her from jumping in half-cocked. She had to consider the position here-- Rotagar with no moon in the sky, a Godi who was brawl-happy, but had just barely gotten fresh-in-his-ears orders that he would not fight while this storm was blowing overhead.

So Drew just shook her head, slowly, and muttered unintelligible grumblings under her breath and into her scarf.

[Remy] It turns out Remy wasn't referring to babymaking at all. That much is clear because he gets that confused look on his face a second after Drew replies. A couple beats after that: "Wait... what?"

Not much room for that conversation to continue, anyway. Erek's coming forward, goddamn!ing and all, eyes on Remy the whole time. The brawl-happy Godi -- which might be putting it lightly -- smirks back at him, but there's something quick and dark in his eyes, a flash of bad temper.

"Well, fuck me. I thought I was mouthy. Let me guess -- Rotagar?"

[Erek Skulason] Let me guess...

*He taps his fingers on his chin, looking up for a second in thought, and then back to Remy*

You're a Chippendale, right?

*He sucks in a deep breath, sighing as he drops his gaze to Drew for a moment, considering her as she moved to stand in between them, and then back to Remy*

Erek Skúlason, Spinebreaker, Cliath No moon of the Get of Fenris.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew hadn't moved, not just yet at least. She'd rocked forward, shifted her weight, become on guard... but not yet had she physically placed herself between the two. Yet remains an operative word, because Rage was cropping up like flash fires both to her side and before her, seething and boiling and rumbling in the both.

It didn't make Drew entirely uncomfortable, she'd sat squashed between two veritable bonfires of that murderous driving force on more than one occasion, but it did put her on edge.

"Nuthin'," is what she murmured to Remy to finish up the dying-dead conversation about what Kora would want to lecture Drew about, and from there the Kin returns to silence. Watching, for now, and waiting to see where this went, when a good time for intervention would be. It tended to be all about timing with these guys. Timing and execution.

[Remy] Again, that thundercrack of darkness in his eyes. Put down fast and hard, and with a sharp crack of his neck to the left. Then Remy grins again, toothier.

"Well, I'd watch my mouth, Spinebreaker. Way I see it, I'm already bigger, stronger, and faster. This pretty mug of mine -- " he clicks his tongue, flicking Erek a wink, " -- just means I get more tail than you. You really want to publicize that?"

[Erek Skulason] Yeah, sure, you keep thinking that. I'm ain't the one that has to lick the Jarl's boots for not getting along with the litter mates, Sugar Plum.

*Hot breath expels from his lungs, his eyes taking on the darker shades of blue, squinting them until lines crinkle at their corners. He's watching Remy closely, body pivoting, turning his back to the door and facing Remy more. He taps the side of his nose and then points at him*

Were you dropped on your head as a child or something? Is this what all the cool Get kids do these days? Too much fire in the belly and shit. Way I sees it, darling, I've already been in bed with the kin of our tribe long before you can bat a pretty eyelash to make their panties wet.

[Drew Roscoe] "Okay."

This is where Drew steps in, both verbally and physically. She stands between the pair, hands out of her coat pockets and at her sides. She isn't touching either of them yet, but she's got her left shoulder to Remy and her right to Erek, looking back and forth between the two with a firm, stern scowl on her face. "That's enough. More than, even.

"Kora's Jarl. She said we're not fighting here, not tonight. That encompasses blows and words. Now just because she's out of the room doesn't mean there aren't some kind of eyes watching, and even if there weren't doesn't mean you get to disrespect her words." She pauses here, then throws out a question to make it feel a little more like she's talking to them, convincing them rather than scolding: "Right?"

There's a pause, and she's looking at Erek with one eyebrow lifted-- not so much in skepticism as sheer curiosity. "Who'd you go to bed with?"

Get him talking to you, switch his focus.

[Remy] Drew's attempt to intervene...

...doesn't really work. Remy slings a heavy arm around her shoulders and pulls her right back to his side, out of the line of fire. Or maybe right back to his side. Hard to say for sure.

"And yet here you are," Remy observes, more or less ignoring the good kinswoman's attempts to placate, "hating on me the second you saw me. What's the matter, baby? Don't like seeing me escorting the lovely Ms. Roscoe around?"

[Erek Skulason] *There's another twitch in Erek's jaw, his head tilts to the side, eyebrows dancing up and down as the smooth skin on his forehead wrinkles with lines. Drew is doing her best to intervene, to mediate between them. Erek looks at her, spares her a glance as she asked him that question*

I.. *his mouth claps shut, then Remy's pulling Drew to his side, slinging an arm around her shoulders. The no moon bares his teeth in a human snarl*

Listen up, Sugar Plum, you ain't the escort for one, two you're ass don't go near her place at all as I'm the one staying with her, and three?

*There's always a number three*

[Drew Roscoe] This wasn't the first time that Drew got hooked under Remy's arm and dragged into his side. The other time this happened he was posturing in front of Patrick, chasing the Fianna away before he had a chance to get any ideas into his head. At that point Drew hadn't seemed to thrilled, her irritability was sky-high and her patience was paper thin at that point. Right now, though, it seems she's more aware of thin ice with a Garou whose moon was hanging over their heads, or she was just too worn out from the cold, the storm... stress... who knows what. Either way rather than ticked off she just seemed completely done with the situation and ready to end it.

While kept in the Godi's side, Drew shrugs her shoulder into his arm, but doesn't try to rip herself away from him. Just eases out from under it instead, frowning. "Erek, you don't get to make rules for my house." Not defending Remy, but reminding Erek whose territory he was talking about. If they wanted to get technical, Kora had that right, but beyond her, without a mate to claim the turf that the Kin lived in, no one else could truly be laying down these laws.

If she were anybody else, with any other senses tacked into her besides that ever-persistent sense of duty that hummed in the back of her mind, she would just wrap her scarf about her mouth and nose and go out into the storm, brave the wind and the eye-lashing snows to walk the twelve-or-so blocks back home. They could tear one another apart, she wouldn't even care..

..except that she did. So she stayed, kept near. If nothing else, she would present herself as potential collateral damage that couldn't be risked.

[Remy] "Shut up," Remy interrupts, sudden, vicious, all mockery flashing from his face.

It's like a fight. Like wolves circling: every jibe back and forth another snap of jaws on empty air. Then all at once someone pushes too far, someone reacts, and it's a short, vicious, brutal scuffle.

"Just shut up, and listen, unless you're really ready to throw down with a brother you never met over some girl that's not yours. There's nothing between Drew and me. Not saying I don't wish there was something, because fuck -- look at her. But you know what? I got some respect beat into me when I was young. Drew here just lost her mate. Spirits still talk about it. Sometimes they say good shit, sometimes they say bad shit, but always they say he was a true Son of Fenris and they say Drew loved him. So that's reason enough for me to keep my paws off until she gives some sign she's moving on.

"As for you, she likes you. If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have dragged my ass ten miles in this weather to come see you. Fuck if I know why, but she's taken a shine to you. Congratulations. But if you're interested in her, then don't run your disrespectful little mouth about all the kin you fucked. Don't run your fucking mouth about boarding up with her like you want the whole city to think she's some kind of slut.

"And if you have any fucking respect for the dead at all, quit sniffing around her skirts until she's ready. Odin's balls, I'm no reader of men, but even I could see your tongue hanging out from a mile away."

[Erek Skulason] *Erek loses it. He just simply loses it. It's like a mad man the way he suddenly barks out in laughter, the roughness of his voice filling the air around them, bouncing off the exterior of the church. His shoulders shake beneath the heaviness of his clothes as he takes a step closer to Remy, breaking that verbal circle*

Shit, son, you just met me tonight and already you're laying out every crime I've already done. I haven't fucked anybody. Listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth, there's a huge difference between fuckin' a girl and being in a bed with a person. Ain't my arm slung around her shoulder, Sugar Plum, dragging her up against your side like a slap of meat.

*His eyes pass to Drew, focus on her whilst he speaks to Remy*

I've known about her mate, brah, she's a sweet little lady with a big fucking heart on her chest that's takes a shine to family and is willing to risk a lot to care for a stranger, take'em into her home, and cloth and feed'em. She's got my respect for that and above all else, I'm there to watch her back. My tongue ain't hanging out, cuz I'm not the one wishing to get into her pants, brah, unlike you.

[Fire Claws] The air about him slowly starts to crackle and soon enough. POP!

Exactly where he left, he was standing once again, his body stretching out as his birth form was given way just before passing back into the physical world. But the scent in the air seemed, different. The embers of the fire had slowly died down a little now, the fire only slightly flaring up here and there as the chill of winter started to encroach on the stone den once more.

His eyes intense as he took in the smell about him, his sense still heightened from when he was hunting, taking in the smell of those monkey-born about him.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's quiet while Remy talks, eyes slipping downward from faces and chests alike. She's not focused on either. The nudge to get out from Remy's arm is acquiesced to and the Godi loosened his grip, so she shrugged his arm off like she would a blanket she was walking around with over her shoulders, and side-stepped to put an extra two feet of distance between her and his Rage-warm flank.

That quiet persists. Her thoughts are following the string of words, but without hovering for lengthy amounts of time on who wanted to be with her or didn't. They're stuck on the word 'widow', the words 'dead mate', the fact that the spirits still talked about Joe and how much she'd loved him. Her heart gets heavy enough that her chest starts to ache some, and she tugs the gloves out of her pockets and pulls them on, wiggling her fingers into place. She wraps her scarf more snugly about her neck, wriggles her chin and mouth into it. These motions are small, slow, meant not to draw attention without an obvious effort toward being sneaky.

Erek defends that he hadn't had sex with any Kin, proving he was edging words to get an upper ground. No one could really fault him on that, he was a New Moon after all. He talks Drew up, about how she let her doors opened to Family in need even if she had no personal investment in them beyond blood, how she had a big heart and was sweet as hell. Yet he still manages to get a jab in at the end.

'Unlike you' is punctuated by Drew's opening the church doors and stepping outside without a word.

[Fire Claws] (Perception+Empathy. What the hell is goin' on here?)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[Remy] [oh, fuck. screen didn't refresh.]

[Remy] [i'ma roll too *dies* percep + primal urge: trying to get a basic sense of whether erek's telling the truth about not wanting to get in drew's pants or not!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Erek Skulason] ooc/oh hi there, mr. not refreshing the screen. sorry didn't see it until now.

[Remy] [i'ma reply to you soon as i get a reply from nemean, because it'll impact what remy's feeling.]
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[Erek Skulason] *Remy can see it, there's no intention to move on Drew to get into her pants. He's rather straightforward with that jab, maybe a little too honest in that moment, but there it was. Drew shakes herself free of Remy's arm, which seems to settle the boy's hackles a bit, followed by the presence of Fire Claws. He groans inwardly, eyes rolling up to the ceiling just as the kin makes her exit out the door, leaving them all there. Erek turns his head to watch her go, eyes narrowing as the door swing open and closed and she disappears out into the snow*

[Remy] There's a moment of silence -- then Remy's eyes narrow, his chin lifts, his nostrils flare as he takes a big, deep sniiiiifff! out of the air.

It blasts back out a second later, snorting like a bull. Standing by, the lupus - sharp-sensed as he is - can feel some tension in Remy abating, if not by much. The young musclehead of a Godi grunts, folding his arms across his chest.

"Well, maybe if you didn't come charging out like you were burning up with envy, I wouldn't mistake your intentions." Another pause, and then he gives a quick jerk of his head up. "Apologies where due. My bad."

It's not much of an apology, but for what it's worth -- it's genuine. A flick of a glance at the lupus, and then Remy hikes his thumb over his shoulder. "Better go catch my ride before I get left behind."

[Remy] [Remy was disgusted with Erek when Fire Claws first came in and protective of Drew. After Erek said he wasn't looking to get in her pants, he was suspicious -- then he seemed to believe Erek. After that his dislike for Erek calmed down considerably. He's feeling a tad bit embarrassed now at having leapt to wrong conclusions, and he's getting outta here.]
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[Fire Claws] If there were any mistake of what species he was born under before, there would be little mistaking it now. His voice was guteral, primal, oozing with instinct and feral urge. His eyes snapped between the pair of Get standing in the middle of their Jarl's den. Almost snarling when he begins to speak.His head snaps and tilts and fidgets as knuckles crack while he extends his hands.

"Dis will be reported ta da Jarl."

It came out more of a snarl then a matter of fact response.

[Erek Skulason] S'not the burning with envy, Remy.

*Erek jerks his head back, catching eyes with the other as he's making apologies*

It's the gut instinct to protect family, show the dead a little more respect next time.

*He twirls a finger in the air* The forseti has eyes and ears...

*Erek grunts, looking back to Fire Claws as he speaks up* I figured as much.

[Fire Claws] He watches keenly as Remy motions to move off and follow Drew out of the church and back to wherever they were heading off to. It was dangerous out there, but he was not going to stop them. They were capable of protecting themselves.

However he turns on Erek when he grunts in return.

"Ya offa' to Malestrom yet? Cuz' if not ya just a visita 'ere. Allowed ta stay around on da graces of da eldas. If so, den betta learn da rules 'ere. And quickly."

[Erek Skulason] *Erek's aware of the keen eyes staring him down, his shoulders twitch under the heaviness of his coat, hitching up as he rolls his head back and forth on his neck. The words coming out of the wolf's mouth striking hard on his ears. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder in Remy's direction*

Hold that thought, lemme go get pretty and I'll get right on that, Fire Claws.

[Remy] Gut instinct. Respect for the dead. Remy smirks -- hardly all sunshine and rainbows now that the worst of it was defused.

"About what I wanted to say to you," he replies. A flash of dark eyes to the wolf-formed one, then. Forseti, the Ragabash names him. "Have yourself a ball," Remy tosses off. Erek might catch somewhat less than total respect for said Jarl in that tone there. The only other farewell the two of them get is a halfassed little two-fingered salute before Remy turns and rolls out the door behind Drew.

He catches up to her at the bottom of the steps -- trotting to keep up. There's one or two sidelong glances her way; a whole lump full of crap he wants to say blocked up in the pit of his stomach. In the end Remy decides silence is golden. The silence between them hangs all the way back to the BroHo.

[thanks for the RP, folks!]

[Remy] [whoops, that was meant to be "Fire Claws might catch somewhat less than total respect..." -- but Erek can catch on too if he wants *LOL*]