Location: Industrial Sector, Southwest Side
Sees-True is keeping to the shadows, tail and head low. She has been on the move for the last couple of hours and is tired. She looks a little worse for wear as well. Blood is matted into her fur and there is an obvious bite mark on one shoulder, while she smells like a combination of blood, shit, and chemical cleaner.
J.C. is sitting on the curb, happily munching at a fresh Big Mac; a McDonald's bag is at her flip-flopped feet, from which waft the smell of another burger, fresh, and french fries. She stops chewing abruptly upon spotting the wounded mutt, and her eyes widen.
Sees-True looks around the street, then mentally shrugs her shoulders and laws down beside J.C. on the curb. Just another street mutt thats been in on fight too many. Not really feeling like shifting out of this form and currently out in the open, Renee pulls on one of her gifts(mindspeak) to say hello. 'Hello. Yes, I'm talking in your head. Its something of a talent. Just think back at me. I'll hear you.'
J.C. blinks, then blinks again, then tears off a hunk of burger and offers it to the Gnawer, hesitantly. Experimentally, she thinks back, 'You hear me?'
'Yea, I hear ya.' Sees-True replies, closing her eyes and laying her head across her paws. 'We took our Caern back. Whats left of it anyway. They either shit on it, fucked on it, spraypainted it, or covered it in oil. We're doin' what we can ta clean up, but it'll never be the same again.'
J.C. says, aloud, "Ew." She lets the hunk of burger lay on the ground by Renee's nose and takes another bite of her own. Sniffling, she lets puffy eyes roam over the Gnawer's battered form and then, cautiously, reaches out a hand as though to pat the Garou on the head. She pauses before touching, though, in case Renee objects.
Sees-True's ears flatten and a ripple passes through her fur, before her ears come forward again and she sniffs at the burger infront of her. In short order, she is eating the offered food. 'Its okay.'
J.C. smiles wanly, then reaches down to run her fingers through the Gnawer's greasy fur, making near-silent 'tch' noises subvocally. The petting feels good, too... better than it should. There's no special effects. The Garou's wounds simply close up and heal.
Sees-True's ears flip backward in puzzlement, as she lifts her head and looks over at her shoulder. Its healed and nothing hurts any more. The Gnawer's attention returns to the remains of her burger, as she licks up the crumbs. 'Thankyou.' She means it too, tail slowly wagging across the cement.
J.C. grins. "Hey," she says aloud. "What're friends for?" Doesn't bother her to be seen talking to a mutt; the 'norms' ignore her crazy sickly homeless self anyway. She reaches into the bag and drops the other Big Mac, wrapped, in front of the Gnawer.
Sees-True licks at her muzzle, as drool begins to form around the edges. 'No. Its okay. I know someone who has alot of food. I need to go there anyway. My clothes are shot and I smell like Dancer shit. I never thought I'd say this, but I need a shower.'
J.C. shrugs, still grinning, and puts the burger back in the bag. "S'cool. Hey, um... is, y'know, Kaz okay, too?"
Sees-True licks at her muzzle again. 'Yea, she is okay. I didn't know that you knew her.'
J.C. snuffles, wiping her nose. "Kinda met by accident. Shared HoHos. Damn, good. I was worried 'bout you two, ya know?"
Sees-True gets up and slides her front paws forward, streatching stiff muscles and enjoying the sensation of being able to move without pain. 'Thankyou. Again. I should go. Cubs ta talk too. You can come with me, if ya want. They're just cubs and I'd tell'em that you're one of us, but its up to you.'
J.C. considers that for a moment, then shakes her head, wiping at her nose again. "Ah, nah. Thanks, though."
Sees-True nods in a very human manner, before making her way down the street. Nails klicking against the cement.
J.C. wiggles fingers in a wave.