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[ralliesprotests]

Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

Comments

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So city animals are as full of garbage as humans.

[Huh. Well. It does make sense; humans dictate the surroundings. So everyone living in those surroundings would be influenced by them.]

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[R U D E

But also sadly true.]

What did you think they ate? [Literally rubbish, in this case.]

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I prefer to not think about cities at all.

[And that includes the animals in them.]

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Not at all? [That's such a weird way to be. Rowan is always wondering about the forests and the wilderness and what it'd be like to live there. They're pretty sure they'd never want to leave the city - not permanently, anyway, but the idea still seems exciting.]

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There is no reason to.

[Regretfully, they exist. That's the most that there is to think about them.]

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[Rowan tilts their head, confused by the reply.]

You're not curious about them at all? Have you ever been in one? Not this one, I mean, it barely counts. [It's such a foreign concept. They're well aware that some people aren't quite as nosy as they are, but surely everyone has at least some sort of drive to discover new things.]

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They are loud, they stink, and they are riddled with Weaver and Wyrm.

[What's not to be disgusted by.]

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[Yes, but that doesn't answer the question.]

So you have been to one, then?

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More than one.

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[Rowan is a little disbelieving, but decides to let it lie this time. There's no point in fighting her over it.]

Well, anyway, in that case you should have noticed that it's not exactly great hunting grounds. There're parks, but they're still covered in CCTV and shit, and there's always humans around. We could go out of the city, but it takes a couple of hours to get somewhere out enough to actually go hunting, so why should we? Most of us work some sort of job, the sept's almost self reliant on it's own property, and it's less messy to go down and buy what we need.

So yeah, probably none of us can hunt to your standards. We'd all be willing to learn, though. [Rowan would, anyway, and since they're most likely the only one Silent's going to be stuck with, they might as well make a good impression. And maybe learn some new skills too!]

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[...there's not much to say to that. Rowan does have a point. And also: It will probably be harder than teaching a cub to hunt, but she got this? Hopefully.]

You should have enough sex to get lupus form back.

[Because while she can teach him how to hunt in glabro, even homid... lupus is just so very much superior.]

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[Okay, Rowan's sex positive, and extremely open about it, but they would have least tried to be slightly less utilitarian about it.]

And if I do, you'll teach me? [They go for the easy option, the eager question, rather than trying to explain to the lupus that they can't just jump into bed with everyone. Gives them time to figure out how to phrase it, anyway.}

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Of course.

[If they want to learn, she'll help. She can't fix the general Glass Walker situation Rowan has going on, but she can at least help them get in touch with their wolf side a tiny bit more.]

For now I'll teach you how to hunt in Glabro, though. Can you find a trail like this?

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[Nice! If Rowan had a tail it would be wagging.]

I can try? [They do have a lot of experience in Glabro at least, but the senses boost is so little compared to Lupus, and they're used to it.]

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Try.

[Aaaand she'll take a step back. The forest is all Rowan's. Go forth and locate a trail.]

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[So.

Much.

Pressure.

Fuck what do they even do? They glance at Silent nervously, before taking a few unsure steps and crouching down, trying to pick out a scent. it's much harder in glabro, and certainly not helped by the fact that there's too much new here (not that there wouldn't be at home either, but there's even less familiarity here).

After a couple more steps and some further exploration they do come across a scent that does seem to trigger something in them, and they attempt to follow it a few steps to check that it is actually leading somewhere, before looking back at her.] Here?

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What did you find?

[She's coming over, but slowly. Name your find, homid, so she can know what you think it is before checking for herself.]

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[Of course she had to ask.]

...I dunno, but it smells good.

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...you really can't identify it.

[Can you hear her disbelieving despair about the state of the Garou nation and the deterioration of the entire species to have such members.]

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[For sure can they hear it, but what's to be done about it. They shrug, lightly.]

For all I know it's something we don't even get back home.

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[She comes over, sniffs at the tracks, and while it takes her a moment where normally the interpretation would be instant - the drawbacks of any form that isn't lupus, drawbacks that increase the further away a form is from wolf - between the scent and the looks of it she can hazard a fairly good guess at what it is.]

Rabbit.

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[Rabbit is probably the one thing they should be able to identify, but they’re mollified by the fact that it takes her a moment to figure it out as well. They haven’t even noticed the tracks, just the scent, and they follow it a few cautious steps forward.]

Shall we follow it, then?

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Yes.

[She'll let Rowan take the lead, for now - later she'll show them some tricks, but for the moment she just wants to see where they stand.

Aside from "not very far in".]

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[They're still not very good at walking quietly through the woods, and they lose the trail twice, but both times manage to find it again after a bit of faffing around.

Not too far away from where they started, though, they come to a point where the number of trails increase, until they look around, confused, not sure which to follow. If they all seemed to be heading in one direction, they'd head that way, but as far as they can tell they seem to be all over the place.]

The burrow must be somewhere, but I don't know how to find it from here.

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You're almost in homid. So you cannot do it like in lupus.

[She looks around.] Here. [The track on the ground is fairly visible to someone who knows where to look - many rabbit feet have crossed this patch.] Do you see?