26 Aug 2005, Friday night

Barnyard

The lane wends its way back and around the farmhouse to here, where it widens
      into a broad, grassy sward contained only by the woods which encircle it 
      on three sides. Buildings break up the purity of the landscape: an 
      open-sided structure which serves as a garage and the big barn, empty of 
      livestock, to the east. A good-sized vegetable and herb garden furrows 
      the land south of the barn, while a pyramid-like pile of rocks, of 
      similar consistency to the gravel of the lane, rests a few yards south of 
      the garage.

North of the buildings, the fields have long been fallow, hastening a
      conversion from farmland to natural prairie. A sliding glass door allows 
      admittance to the farmhouse, the interior obscured by Levolor(tm) blinds 
      in a wood-grain pattern. The lane leads out around the house to the 
      southwest. The discerning can just barely pick out the beginnings of a 
      faint path into the woods towards the southeast.

Touch Deer comes right on up to the pair and says, "I spoke with him. I think
      the chances are good there is /some/ way to get his eyes back, or 
      compensate for them. And if nothing like that happens, I believe he could 
      be trained to be a competant, even an expert, fighter."

Clemency scuffs dust on the ground with her big boot. "I'm not giving up on
      him," she avows. "He's got the makings of a wonderful Silver Fang. Future 
      of our tribe and all that, not like us bitter twisted old stiffs of 
      Jervis and me... and then... this..."

Grey comes into view from around the barn, brushing his hands off absently.

Reggie turns adruptedly as Touch Deer joins them, pulling his cigarette from
      his mouth as he nods towards Touch Deer, welcoming him into the 
      conversation. "To fight--hm. First he has to learn to live through this." 
      Clemency's mention of Jervis earns a brief grin, which fades before he 
      continues, "Some Septs train their people not to be afraid of darkness, 
      and even to be comfortable with it. This is a form of it, for him. He 
      will have to learn to get around, feed himself--and he could still forage 
      for himself, as a wolf, for grubs and old kills. Or are you going to 
      bab--er, keep him in the farmhouse?" The building earns a quick glance 
      from him.

Touch Deer turns to note Grey as he heads into view, and then swings around to
      Clemency, expectant, as if waiting for her to answer the question and 
      then listen to one of his.

"If everything we try to restore his sight fails," Clemency responds, "I'm
      quite prepared to stay with him in lupus for as long as it takes for him 
      to learn to get by on scent and sound. He'd never come to his full 
      potential, then, but at least he'd still be some use. As long as we can 
      keep him from plunging into harano..."

Grey pauses a moment, then approaches the knot of conversation, thumbs hooking
      into the front pockets of his jeans.

Reggie nods at Clemency's plan, "And, it would be a good training plan for the
      cubs--learn to cope when they cannot see, and they wouldn't panic when 
      darkness seizes them unexpectedly." He indicates a hand towards Touch 
      Deer, "I hear you've been training cubs? How would you think about that, 
      throw that exericse at them, have them learn what they can do when there 
      is nothing to see?"

Touch Deer readily answers, "Blind fighting is used during the advanced stages
      of the training I received as a boy, but I think cubs should concentrate 
      on basic combat and survival in the time they have before a Rite. 
      Specialities like that, are best left for Cliath-hood. I benefitted from 
      it a lot, actually, as a boy just before I Changed, but not just in 
      fighting. Feel-tracking is a difficult skill I had to spend many dark 
      nights or blindfolded days trying to pick up."

Clemency nods in assent. "You don't /need/ to be able to fight blind to make
      cliath. But it's probably a good thing for fuller moons at least to know 
      something about. Hell, I myself could benefit... then again I'm going to 
      be doing clawless fighting, which is a similar exercise that I found out 
      the hard way can become real."

Grey, arriving finally at the gathering, offers up a mild, "Good evening," of
      greeting. He gives Clemency a curious glance, perhaps at the 'clawless' 
      statement.

"Blind fighting!", Reggie exclaims, "No, I'm talking about just getting around.
      Basic getting around, no falling over cliffs, learning to rely on your 
      noses to tell others apart--have you noticed how many cubs--or 
      Cliaths--won't sniff butts? All of that's got to come before combat 
      or...feel-tracking?". He stumbles over the term. "What the f--ah, what is 
      that?"

Touch Deer nods to Grey, "Hey." He watches Reggie with a somewhat curious
      expression as he goes on, and then nods. "Getting around blind wouldn't 
      be necessary to teach them, either, but I think learning. the wolf form 
      and its ways are important. They're part of my training. Feel tracking 
      is, well, feeling a track with your fingers, trying to feel the different 
      release signatures in the track."

"Not just for tracking either," Clemency chips in. "Too many garou these days
      spend all their time in the birthform when not fighting. Not just urrah 
      either. It's lazy, and it encourages bad habits, makes you forget what 
      it's like to go on four paws in the wilderness. Every garou who's more 
      than a new cub should know how."

Aside from Grey, all those gathered in the barnyard catch sight of something
      approaching the farmhouse along the Lane. It appears to be a large dog, 
      head low trotting along the gravel trail at a steady trot.

Touch Deer looks up and over Clem's shoulder. "Torn-up wolf, I think it's a
      wolf, coming our way."

Grey returns Touch Deer's nod with one of his own, respectful-like, then turns
      to see what the Wendigo is looking at. He frowns, brow furrowing as he 
      squints at the approaching animal.

Reggie interrupts his defense of blind training with a silent glance at Grey,
      mouth tightening, then he turns back to Clemency without a word to Grey. 
      "Yes, I've seen people refuse to eat in lupus, wanting knife and fork 
      instead--", he breaks off, at Touch Deer's movement, and turns to look.

Clemency also looks concerned. "If it's one of ours, they should know better to
      come round here in that shape... if not..."

Touch Deer begins to walk in the direction of the animal, voice low as he says
      to everyone, "It might be sick with rabies. I found a wolf with it by the 
      Bluff over a month ago."

As the animal draws closer, it is more clearly a wolf, fur matted with clumps
      of dried mud and a large patch of fur from its left shoulder has been 
      rubbed clear off. Leaving a vicious looking scab behind that is red from 
      infection and oozes puss. Head down and jaw hanging loosely open, as 
      salvia freely flows from its jaws. It does not appear to notice the 
      Garou, as its quick trot brings it within fifteen feet of those gathered. 
      As Touch Deer steps closer, the wolf suddenly snarls. froth and foam 
      spraying around its mouth as it snaps at the Wendigo.

Grey tenses, his hands coming free of his pockets, his attention focussed
      sharply on the animal now. "Hell," he says, and steps around to the 
      animal's other side, keeping a wary distance.

Reggie narrows his eyes at the wolf, trying to recognize it as anyone
      particular, "Or--someone lost a fight." He steps after Touch Deer, going 
      off to the side, to have a clearer view of the animal.

"Ahh, shit," is all Clemency says, in a resigned tone, as she stands up
      straight and starts tracking the animal's movements, tensing up herself 
      in preparation for any action that may be required.

Touch Deer steps back several steps, slowly. Voice still low, just loud enough
      for everyone to hear, he says, "Gunnar and I spoke about the rabies 
      problem. He said if he was allowed to 'examine' an animal that was sick, 
      while alive, he might be able to create a Talen or something else to cure 
      it, or identify it in an animal sick but not sick like /this/ yet." He 
      squints. "It has and ID tag in its ear." His frown deepens.

The animal whips around suddenly and without warning, launching itself at Grey.
      While the animal is clearly very sick, it moves just as quickly as any 
      other wolf. Teeth bared in a vicious and silent snarl, the wolf's weight 
      impacts with Grey's chest. The Glass Walker looses his balance and 
      topples backwards, air forced out of his lungs as he hits the hard 
      ground. Grey's only saving grace is that he kept a certain amount of 
      distance between himself and the wolf, which gives him enough time to 
      raise his arms defensively. It is his right arm that keeps the wolf's 
      teeth from his throat, as the animal's teeth sink into the flesh of his 
      forearm.

"Sranje!" is all Grey manages to get out before the animal collides with him,
      when the foamy jaws close on his arm, the Glass Walker bares his own 
      teeth, like an animal himself, snarling. He gives the wolf a hard shove, 
      using his mangled arm and free hand to try to get the thing off him.

Reggie shakes his head briefly, "No, not one of us--", and breaks off to listen
      to Touch Deer's low words, then snaps his head as the wolf attacks Grey. 
      "Alive?", he echoes, then he calls out, loud enough for Grey to hear over 
      the snarling, "Hey! Hear that! Keep him alive!"

Clemency isn't quick enough to prevent the wolf's insanity-sped leap for Thomas
      Grey. However, she springs towards the philodox as the wolf sinks its 
      teeth into the scarred arm, and takes a mighty swing with her right foot. 
      The boots she wears might be called shitkickers by the profane; if her 
      aim proves true, perhaps they should be rechristened wolfkickers.

Touch Deer strides forward as his shadow lengthens and he seems to become
      larger, more menacing. He raises a Gift of fear, trying to inerpose 
      himself between the wolf and Grey, hoping Clemency's kick is successful.

Despite the Garou's best efforts, the wolf seems to have locked its jaws into
      place on Grey's arm. While Clemency's kick does hit and move the wolf a 
      few inches, the animal refuses to let go. Touch Deer's Gift seems to have 
      no effect at all on the wolf, its sickness having pushed it into insanity 
      and beyond any fear.

The wolf shakes its head savagely, blood welling up under its teeth.

Grey's ferocity abruptly snaps free of its chains, and the Glass Walker
      explodes into a nine-foot mass of fur and tooth and fang and an 
      incoherent roar of pure murderous hate and frustration and bloodlust -- 
      and all of it directed at the rabid wolf that dared to knock him on his 
      ass.

This bestial, violent-looking hybrid of wolf and man stands well over nine feet
      tall. Except for an indistinct, irregular patch of medium grey on his 
      chest and a slight speckling of white around his muzzle and eyes, the 
      thick pelt is almost entirely black, covering the werewolf from lupine 
      head to digitigrade legs. One feral golden eye, deep-set, glares from 
      underneath the wolfish brow; it and its brother are often partially 
      obscured by the long, wild mane that tumbles around his upright ears and 
      long neck. The left eye is blind white, lost within the tangled jungle of 
      scar tissue that covers the left side of his face. Broad of shoulder and 
      long of limb, he appears able to move about as easily on two legs as on 
      four, though he seems to prefer the former. Long fingers and large 
      hindpaws are equally armed with evil-looking black claws, and when he 
      snarls, the sharp white teeth all but gleam against the midnight 
      background of ebony fur. To Garou eyes, he has the look of nobility, and 
      it's clear that Shadow Lord blood runs strongly through his veins.

Rarely at rest, the werewolf's motions bristle with rage, his violence held
      back only by a near-iron control. There's a secondary scarred area on his 
      right shoulderblade that looks like it might once have been some kind of 
      glyph, but more claw-scarring has removed all meaning from it. However, 
      the claw-made scars on his forearms -- the glyph for Charach on the 
      right, the one for Dishonor on the left -- are not so obscured.

Reggie's words vanish into the breeze. He steps urgently towards Grey and the
      wolf, bumping into Clemency as the site adruptedly gets rather crowded 
      with Grey crinosing. He thrusts out his hands towards the crinos, 
      applying the Ahroun gift of Falling Touch.

"Fuck's sake --" Clemency is jostled aside by Grey as he bursts up into crinos,
      and then again by Reggie as he pushes. She takes another vicious kick at 
      the wolf, useless fists clenched impotently, angrily.

Touch Deer spins and bursts into Crinos, himself, Rage speeding the
      transformation as he heads for the frenzied Walker, eager to pounce on 
      top of him as Reggie lays out his hands.

White gleaming teeth fill Grey's mouth as the Frenzying Walker attempts to
      crush the wolf's skull in his massive jaws. Then, he is falling, feet 
      suddenly knocked out from under him. Just like before, he goes crashing 
      down onto his rear. Clemency's kick misses the wolf, kicking the crinos'd 
      Grey as he starts to fall, nudging his decent toward Reggie. This time, 
      there is a cushion for Grey's fall. Unfortunately, that cushion just 
      happens to be Raggie's body when the Uktena fails to get out of the way 
      fast enough. Touch Deer jumps onto Grey as the Walker falls, grappling 
      with the Philodox. The wolf having been thrown free is somewhat dazed and 
      just stands there, a short distance away.

Grey, beyond reason or anything approaching rationality, lashes out in fury,
      shoving himself up from Reggie -- heedless of what injury he might do the 
      Uktena -- in order to focus his attack on Touch Deer. The former Ahroun 
      moves in a demonic blur of claws and jaws, snapping and slashing and 
      frothing as though rabid himself.

Reggie's scramble backwards is not quick enough, and the weight of a crinos
      thuds heavily on him. He is instantly flattened, his torso formed into a 
      new outline by Grey, and for a moment, all he can do is be unable to 
      breathe, and his only movement is the blinking of stunned eyes. Then, as 
      Grey gets up, Reggie erupts upwards into the Crinos form, a leg swinging 
      up to kick at Grey's ass. He pays for it with a pained inhalation of 
      breath.

Clemency finds herself the only one left upright, save for the wolf. She scoots
      away from the brawling pile of garou and squares off to it. "C'mon you 
      foamy mouth bastard," she invites it, and shifts up, not as far as 
      crinos, but to glabro, in which form her hands grow larger with the rest 
      of her and she puts them out with the fingers curled in front of her, as 
      though sizing them up in comparison to the wolf's throat.

Touch Deer meets the charge directed at him, claws out and swinging in a dance
      of Rage. He strikes high and low, forearms pivoting at elbows to aim claw 
      strikes at his face and torso while trying to tangle the Walker's own 
      limbs, keeping his claws from making contact with the Wendigo. It's a 
      furious onslaught, fed with copious helpings of Rage.

The next few seconds are a flurry of Rage and claws, as Grey tries to kill
      Touch Deer while thralled, while Reggie tries to kill Grey while 
      frenzying. The result is a bloody, pulpy mess. Grey is not treated 
      kindly, as a small hole is torn into his throat and a length of his 
      intestinal track and liver is ripped out by Touch Deer's Claws. The 
      Wendigo is not let off easily either, Grey's Rage driven claws opening 
      him up like a can of sardines. The Wendigo starts to weaken and fall, 
      just as Grey buries his muzzle in the Wendigo's gut and tears out some of 
      Touch Deer's flesh. Gulping it down, just before Reggie's claws sever the 
      Walker's back and he crumples to the ground.

Reggie is the only one left without any serious injuries, as both Grey and
      Touch Deer fall to the ground. Grey stops breathing for a moment, eyes 
      going glassy and flat. Rather remarkably, the Walker suddenly returns to 
      life with a roar, the worst of his injuries healing. Having been released 
      from the Thrall, Grey simply lays there, in more pain then he can 
      remember being in, in a long long time. Touch Deer goes through a similar 
      transformation, fatal wounds healing just enough to keep him alive.

More pain than Grey can remember being in is... quite a lot of pain, as it
      happens, and for the moment the Glass Walker simply lies where he's 
      fallen, still in Crinos, breathing hard, eyes squeezed closed and the 
      claws of his hands digging into the ground.

The wolf snarls at Clemency, showing absolutely no fear of the crinos. Foam
      building up around it's jaws, as it snaps at the air.

Clemency , almost snarling back herself with her ugly glabro lips, makes a
      pounce for the wolf, aiming to wrap her arms round its neck and either 
      strangle it or break its spine. "C'mere you little mad fuck..."

Rags remains standing, snarling at the two fallen Garou, and his claws tense as
      he waits for either to do more than twitch in pain. Adruptedly, he throws 
      his muzzle to the sky, howling madly at the night sky, then staggers away 
      from the fallen Garou. Clemency and the wolf are forgotten.

Touch Deer closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and slowly begins to get up.
      He looks to Clemency and the wolf, eyes narrow. ~Reggie...damnit.~ He 
      begins to get to his feet, shaky despite a Gift that blocks out most of 
      the pain, eyes focused on Clemency and the wolf as the Fang makes a grab.

The wolf and Clemency go at it and the Fang is bitten in the face and shoulder,
      before she manages to restrain the frothing animal in a headlock.

Grey takes in a deep breath and calls upon his will to block out the pain. And
      that's it for him for the moment; he doesn't even yet attempt to get up.

Cries-No-More begins to hobble to Clem, shifting down as he goes. "Hold him
      tight..." He begins to pull cordage from his bag.
Cries-No-More contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Cries-No-More shifts into Homid form.

Clemency holds tightly to the wolf, her massive fingers, clawless though they
      be, round its neck like a vise. "You... guys... okay?" she grunts.

With considerable effort, Reggie leaves the war form for Glabro, and the shape
      of Grey engraven into his torso unforms, as ribs pop back into place, and 
      his breathing eases. Bewildered, he looks at the crumbled Grey, as though 
      he's never seen Grey before, then looks wideeyed over at the Wendigo and 
      Fang with the wolf. He makes a decision and heads over with firm steps 
      towards the wolf, ready to assist with tying-up.

The former Shadow Lord, still in Crinos, digs his claws into the ground and
      pushes himself halfway up, his lower half still lying limp. Tendrils of 
      bloody mane hanging down in his lupine face, ears twisted back, he starts 
      growling a litany of curses in the Mother's Tongue, half-audible.

Touch Deer ignores the cursing Grey, for now. Shaky hands, full of nicks and
      covered in blood (not to mention some fingernails torn or missing) fail 
      to do a good job of trying up the legs of the wolf as it's pinned. He 
      huffs and hands the greenish cordage to Reggie. "Tie it up, I can't." He 
      turns, frowning with a furrowed brow at Grey.

Clemency clings doggedly onto the foaming, snapping wolf until it's secured and
      unable to struggle any more, then finally lets go and uttering a good 
      many bad words, starts stamping back and forth across the yard, kicking 
      at tufts of grass and stones angrily.

Reggie takes the cordage in his large glabro hands, his eyes wandering over the
      Wendigo to access the damage, then turns to the wolf to secure it with 
      the cordage, wrapping the cordage about its legs to hogtie it.

Grey makes another useless attempt to get up, his legs and tail still not
      giving even a twitch, not moving except due to the struggles of his upper 
      half. The cursing stops abruptly, the Glass Walker's fangs clenching 
      together in a silent snarl of frustration.

Jamethon comes from the western woods, a look of concern on his face visible.
      His pace is not that of a man taking a leasurely stroll. He stops at the 
      edge of the cleared land around the farmhouse and then hurridly rushes 
      towards Touch Deer, "What in the name of all fucking hell." He rumbles 
      angrily on the way over to kneel beside his soon to be packmate, the 
      Wendigo. He studies the wounds for a moment before begining the healing, 
      to see just what must be done.

Touch Deer's eyes are turned on Grey, filled with anxiousness. "Grey first,
      I'll explain after."

Reggie jerks up his head from his work on tying up an uncooperative, snarling
      wolf. "Jamethon", he states. A good amount of blood is on Reggie, but he 
      appears to be functioning, if with some small amount of confusion. "We're 
      taking this wolf to Gunnar, to find more about this disease. Ah--and we 
      ran into a little trouble." He looks about at Touch Deer, then finally 
      over to Grey, expression questioning at Grey still lying about.

Grey sags back down, curses again -- something about Gaia, Luna, and something
      anatomically impossible where both Celestines human -- and then shrinks 
      down to a pale, bloody, sweating Glabro.

Jamethon narrows his eyes at Touch Deer's request, he looks over towards Grey
      and for a moment his hands ball into fists and his teeth clench. "He is 
      jus..." He cuts himself off, and shutting his eyes tightly, James gives a 
      shallow nod and pivots on the balls of his feet to look over Grey. "Focus 
      on my voice, Renouncer. Can you move your legs at all, Charach?"

Grey twists his head around and rolls a rather yellowish eye up at the Get
      Theurge, lips peeled back to reveal overlong canine teeth. The look he 
      gives Jamethon is poisonous and bitter. "No."

Touch Deer concentrates some more on the wolf, now pretty much tied. He tries
      to hold it's muzzle shut, indicating Reggie should wrap that thing up 
      /tight/. "We have to hurry, they die fast. How fast can you reach the 
      Brownstone apartments?"

Jamethon only grins, not a kind jovial expression. "Then I offer you the chance
      to cast away even more glory. I would restore your legs, if only the 
      great Salem asks me to heal him."

Reggie readjusts the cord, easing it tighter without yanking it, and he starts
      tying knots, more knots than necessary to keep the cord from loosening. 
      He pauses momentarily to glance over at the fallen Walker, then redirects 
      his attention to Touch Deer. "The Brownstone--", he states. "That's city? 
      It's past rush hour--so, most of an hour. If they're close to the 
      highway, sooner, if not, slower."

No one hates quite like a Serb, and Jamethon gets quite a lot of that directed
      at him, judging from the expression on the Glass Walker's scarred face. 
      For a second, he looks more apt to tell Jamethon to go fuck himself 
      instead, but swallows his anger -- well, some of it -- and tips his head 
      back to bare throat to the Theurge. ~Scar is dead a year and more. But I 
      do ask you for healing, Fights-for-Hope-rhya.~ Though tight, his tone of 
      voice is humble enough, and formal enough, for courtesy's sake.

Touch Deer frowns, shaking his head. A hand is laid on the sick animal, and
      Touch's eyes close, jaw grinding in something along the lines of 
      frustration. He opens his eyes. "Can we call Gunnar? Salem, phone?"

Jamethon narrows his eyes, grin remaining while lips part to show teeth. "Is he
      now?" Comes the reply a moment before his jaw relaxes and he jabs his 
      hands down roughly onto Grey's leg wounds. He growls deeply as he feels 
      the resistance of rage and wound, but he seems mighty determined to give 
      his all in this. Then comes a dark but visible glow, like a thin gas fire 
      that spreads from his hands and seeps almost forcefully into skin and 
      wound. "Mother, Give this one a chance for redemption! Make him whole so 
      he can make ammends!"

Reggie glances back at the fallen Garou and Jamethon, distracted by their
      byplay, then finishes adjusting the tying up of the wolf. He pats the 
      side of the wolf, the word 'sorry' murmured under breath, then offers to 
      Touch Deer, "I've got a cell in my truck. I can't bring it up here, 
      thanks to the narrow driveway, but it's down the road a bit."

Touch Deer says, slowly and loudly in a pleading tone to Reggie, "Take the wolf
      to your truck, hide it, call Gunnar. I have the number. Try to get him to 
      meet you half way." He begins wiping his hands on his the grass as they 
      finally begin to stop shaking. "Try to get that ID tag to Jeremy, the 
      Walker Kin. You could leave it at the Safehouse for him: tell Natalie we 
      need to find out whose Tag it is. This could be a wolf from the Mountain 
      Bowl back, in the park. If it is, we're in serious shit."

Pushing open the barn doors, Alicia looks out of breath, panting loudly as if
      she just hauled all sorts of ass here. "What the fuck is going on? Oh, 
      holy shit." She says, letting out a hard breath at the amount of damage. 
      "What the fuck just happened here?"

Reggie pages to the room: We're in the barnyard, not the barn.
Alicia pages to the room: .. oh yah, you are. :)
From afar, to the room, Alicia craps and ums. How do I not look stupid? Er... ,
      emit the whole barn door thing. Came running from the woods.
Reggie pages to the room: Although if you like, you could come from inside the
      barn, breathing hard... :)
Jamethon pages to the room: Though with all the roaring and the howling, she
      might have come a while ago if that were the case.
Reggie pages to the room: From the second floor or so of the barn, since we had
      a fight in the barn then moved out. Hm hm never mind, running from the 
      woods works better. :)

Grey holds himself still while Jamethon calls upon his power of healing.
      Usually only mildly scruffy (these days anyway), the Glass Walker looks 
      positively disheveled -- bloody, dirty, sweaty, hair hanging in his pale 
      face. He watches Jamethon with an intent eye that shows quite a bit of 
      white and doesn't take notice of anything else at the moment.

It is difficult to tell under all the blood just what heals on the Glass
      Walker, but giving a final grunt of exertion James pulls his hands away 
      and stands up in one motion. "By Gaia's grace may you be healed... or by 
      her choice may you not be. Either way, I have done my part as her 
      vessel." He turns and begins to walk off back into the woods without 
      bothering to see just what was healed.

Reggie keeps an oddly gentle hand on the ailing wolf, as he sits back on his
      heels. "The number", he requests of Touch Deer. "I'll call. If he doesn't 
      answer, what next?"

Touch Deer looks to Alicia with a snap of his head in her direction. "Alicia,
      this wolf...it is sick, and dying. Gunnar may be able to find a way to 
      heal rabies if he can examine it, alive...will your Gift help?" As he 
      speaks, with fast, focused, and somewhat frantic motions he opens his bag 
      and searches through it, finds a piece of paper, and hands it to Reggie.

Grey rolls over onto his back and gets his legs under himself in order to
      stand. Though his legs seem to be working now, he doesn't display much 
      visible relief. Instead, the Glabro'd urrah looks drained, unsteady on 
      his feet; one shaking hand comes up to push sweat-soaked hair away from 
      his face.

"Yo, hey, I'm here, don't all get excited at once." Alicia says as she watches
      James wander off, then glances to Touch Deer, quirking a brow up in 
      concern. "Rabies? Shit, that hasn't been dealt with yet?" She makes ehr 
      way over to the wolf and eyes it warily. "Its not going to leap up and 
      bite me is it?" She asks, suddenly starting to glow with a silver 
      shimmer, kneeling down at its side.

Reggie moves back from the wolf, simultaneously making room for Alicia and
      taking the piece of paper at the same time, reviewing the paper to check 
      that it's a valid number. He glances over at the now standing Grey, with 
      a lack of jubiliation for Grey's efforts, and studies the paper again.

Touch Deer falls back, landing on his hands as a brief wave of exhaustion hits
      him. He takes a moment to breath, then looks at his bag and with a grunt, 
      starts reaching into it again. "I've gathered valerian and alumroot for 
      Gunnar, too....to protec the kin somehow. I should have gotten it to him 
      earlier..." He doesn't bitch, but shuts his mouth, teeth clicking 
      audibly, and hands a leather bundle towards Reggie.

Reaching down, Alicia taps the wolf on the rump from behind, making sure to
      keep her hand well away from bitey teeth, calling upon the gift of Gaia 
      to save its life if can be. "What are you guys going to do now? Try and 
      work out a cure or something?"

Grey stares at the hogtied, rabid wolf, then wordlessly turns and starts toward
      the back door of the farmhouse, stumblingly as though he'd just finished 
      beating five other Garou in a drinking contest. Only without the aura of 
      smugly intoxicated triumph.

Reggie takes the bundle with a bemused expression, "Valerian?", he begins to
      ask, then shakes his head, and, leaving Alicia to keep the wolf best as 
      she can, goes off to the farmhouse, coming back with a roll of bandages 
      from the infirmary to roll around the wolf's muzzle.

Reggie goes around Grey, not asking him for assistance with the wolf, during
      his farmhouse run.

After Alicia finishes, Touch helps in the muzzle-bandaging, a frown etched in
      his face. When all is done and the beast is ready for hoisting, he lays 
      his hand on it and wordless stares at its twitching face. He helps 
      transport it, if Alicia heals him, and wishes Reggie a quick journey to 
      Gunnar.

Grey disappears inside the farmhouse moments after Reggie comes back out with
      the bandages.