Morning, albeit not what one might call early morning, and Felix is in the cabin, Lupus, and the last bits of sleep, judging from his movements and a couple soft sounds as he nears consciousness again.

Heading down to the cabin is Justin, who is full of perk and energy for a change. Perhaps it is because he finally decided to drown his sorrows in coffee that was left this morning. As he spies Felix, he calls out, "HOLA AMIGO."

The Galliard is far from deeply enough asleep to miss a yell like that, as evidenced by the yelp and the way he's nigh-instantly on his feet, hackles raised and snarling. It tails off into a growl and stance that read less 'about to go for someone's throat' and more just 'grumpy'. Don't DO that.

Smirking, Justin drops down next to him and puts the wolf into a playful head lock, giving his head a ruffle. "I drank so much coffee. I feel alive!" Letting him go, he flops out on to his back. "But I'm also bored. I feel like we should do something stupid and dramatic to piss people off preferably the Wyrm."

Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew struggles in the grip, snapping his jaws at his packmate, although neither so much that he actually gets free or catches any flesh with his teeth. It's just the principle of the thing. When he's released, he gives himself a good shake, and then leaps on the Ahroun to try to sit on his chest, in retaliation. Bring me any? He makes a small show of eyeing Justin's hands for signs of coffee, and sniffing a bit as well.

Justin lets out an off as he is sat on. "Yuck dude, your balls are on my tummy." He says as he pokes at his hip with his finger. "My bag got a thermos with some left in there if you want." He says as he gives a finger jab towards the backpack next to him.

The wolf lifts a brow in an oddly human manner, and then wiggles his butt very deliberately. There's a sudden blink and a stop, and he leaps off in a potentially even more oof-inducing way, heading out of the cabin. Be right back. It doesn't seem to be the backpack he's headed for, but a bit further into the trees.

"ARGH. Dude I can feel your wolf junk!" Justin complains, though he doesn't seem to do anything about it. At this point, he has gave up on life. After he leaps off and heads outside, he rolls to his side and props his chin up in the palm of his hand in wait.

After a minute or so, Felix returns, now in Homid and running a hand through his hair to try to get it behaving properly, or as properly as it's likely to otherwise unassisted. This time he DOES go for the backpack and its caffeinated bounty. "Whatcha got in mind?"

"Why'd you have to take off to shift forms for? Were you naked or something?" Justin smirks at him as he pushes up to his knees. "Anyways, as far as pranking? I don't know... I was thinking of ... uh ... maybe unleashing a shit ton of bees on the spirals down at Edgewood if they're still there."

Felix snorts. "Like you ain't seen me naked. I had to piss," he answers, "Ain't annoyed enough about bein' woke like that to do it on =you=." He drops onto one of the logs and opens the Thermos, taking a sniff of the contents before drinking. "Do we =got= a shit-ton of bees?"

Justin wrinkles his nose. "So you were rubbing wolfy morning wood on me?" He peers down at his shirt, then peels it up and off his body, then tosses it to the side. "We don't have a shit ton of bees like ... now ... but it's Spring time dude. Bees are everywhere. We just need to convince spirit bees ... or wasps ... to ... you know.. do us a favor. Remember those huge spirit wasps someone was talking about? They are angry little assholes, right? I bet they'd be down to wipe out a buncha ugly fuckers for a huge favor."

"It don't do that in Lupus," Felix says, rolling his eyes, "...or at least it don't for me." Another good drink of the coffee, and he shifts position, getting more comfortable. "Ain't feelin' a lot like Spring today," he notes, glancing up at the cloudy sky, "but sounds worth a try. Only, who's gonna talk to 'em about it?"

Justin gives a sly grin back to Felix. "Works for me in lupus." He says with a cackle, then gives a stretch. "Three Mountains of course. He's the only one that can speak to spirits. I was thinking he can take Oh No with him. You know, for big boy backup and authority. Now granted, those wasps attacked the Caern at one point if I remember and even killed someone. Which is why I was thinking of talking to bees first. They're nicer, all about making that sweet honey and shit. Maybe for chiminage we can loot a store and bring them a shit ton of honey."

Felix shakes his head, grinning as well. "I didn't say it don't work. I said it don't do THAT. Wakin' up needin' a leak ends up just the same as wakin' up not." Shrug. He nods to the nominating of Watcher, and the logic both of asking bees and offering (stolen) honey. "Works for me. An' if they ain't down with the honey maybe we could scatter flower seeds in a field somewhere 'round here. But =speakin'= of Ohno!... we gotta introduce him an' Trace. Next chance we get."

"Flower seeds? Maybe. I think they use the honey to feed their larvae if I remember science class or something. This way we're kinda giving back to their family." Justin says as he gives a stretch of his body. At the next round of news, he perks up a bit. "Oh? Why is that? Did he agree t'join the pack?"

"I dunno what they do with the honey, but I know bees're into flowers. But I just mean as a backup offer," Felix says, with another shrug. Another drink of the coffee as well, and the grin returns. "Just about, yeah. Thane said everybody gotta join a pack or form a new one. I reckon Trace'd prolly think shit over a while yet, if he had his druthers, but seein' as he don't entirely -- well, he ain't said yes absolutely, but he said he could see it, an' he definitely does wanna meet Ohno!, so I'd say it's lookin' pretty decent odds right now." He seems pretty pleased about this himself.

The smile upon Justin's face continues to glow. "That would be so cool. I like him a lot. I know he would make a good packmate to us. I already feel like he is one of us as it is."

Felix stretches, and has another good swig of coffee before closing the thermos and setting it beside him. "Yeah, I like 'im too," he agrees, "...as long as y'all don't get all full-moony at each other too much, I reckon it could be pretty sweet." A pause, and he snorts softly. "We'll be a fuckin' ragey pack, not that we ain't already." This sounds more like an amusement than a worry, currently..

"I never get full moony and ragey. I got a tight lid on my wolf as it is. Iron willed." Justin thumps himself on his bare chest a few times. "He is the one full of piss and hot sauce." Pushing himself up to his feet, he says, "Which I actually like. It gives our pack an edge to have someone like him cut loose on the bad guy. I'm too soft hearted and emotional. He won't hesitate."

Felix quirks a dubious brow at Justin. "I ain't gonna say it don't seem like Luna's on him worse, 'cause it does, but I =seen= you get full-moony an' ragey, man. I got a pretty strong will myself, but I still get ragey. Anyway, it's mostly buttin' heads I'm thinkin' about." He shrugs, and digs in his pocket for the Altoids tin. "Ain't ever got the impression you were bein' too soft on the baddies."

"You seen me get super mad at shit like people jumping on my packmates, or ... Benny acting like a total bitch." Justin says as he gives a stretch of his body. "But you never seen me lose control though, right? The baddies deserve the sweet chin music though. But I do think I may have trouble making difficult life or death decisions like .. do I pull the trigger to end my best friend's suffering because I don't want to say good-bye kinda shit."

"Yeah, but I wasn't talkin' losin' control," Felix says, shrugging. He gets out a cigarette, and lights up, taking a good drag before he puts the tin and its contents away. "Hopefully it ain't ever gonna come to that, anyhow. If any of us ain't dead yet we got a chance to recover, right?"

Justin shrugs his shoulders upwards a bit. "I don't know. I suppose." He says as he stares upwards at the ceiling. "So whatcha gonna do today? You got any plans? I was thinking of slipping into the city for a bit to snag some supplies and fresh clothes."

Felix takes another good drag and exhales upward, watching the smoke climb toward the sky. "Didn't have nothin' specific planned for the afternoon," he says, "but I was thinkin' 'less somethin' important was goin' on I'd prolly hit the city in the evenin'. Find some fun." The grin's just a touch feral, with that. "...prolly go grab a shower, first. What kinda supplies you thinkin'?"

"Non perishable food, bottled water, backpacks, um.. socks and boxers which is the most important." Justin says with a grin to him. "Gotta keep your feet dry or else you get the rot!" Which is a throwback to Vietnam that only his cooky gramps would have said for years. "What kinda fun are you thinking of?"

"'The rot'?" Felix echoes, amused, and pushes up to his feet, stretching full length (such as it is), hands above his head. The moon's finally out of his phase, if barely, and he's already noticeably less manic and fidgety than he has been. "Mmmf. Yeah, that's important shit. Also, wet wipes, washcloth, maybe deodorant," he suggests. "An' I'm thinkin' 'it's Friday night' fun." He tilts his head slightly, considering for the space of a smoke, "If I remember right, last week before finals over at the U. Prolly gonna be at least one decent party. If not, clubs'll prolly be decent. If not..." That grin returns, with a small shrug. "There's always somethin'."

"Yes, there is always our girlfriends." Says the resident boyscout as Justin smirks at him. "That we would bring to the parties and then enjoy our night with them." Throwing a few shadow punches in the air to loosen up his joints, he starts for the entrance of the compound to take a deep breath of fresh air. "You want to go at night then?"

The smirk gets another eyeroll... but then a sigh. "I dunno where they're stayin'. Tryin' not to, so nothin' could find 'em through me somehow," Felix says, "...don't want somethin' seein' us together an' decidin' to target 'em, neither." The poor log gets a kick -- not full force, just bleeding off a spike of frustration. "Well. Was thinkin' evenin', anyhow. Want time to shower an' change, maybe get dinner."

"So you'd rather go to a party, hang out with strangers who are not mentally capable of dealing with those situations, and have the bad guys go after 'them' instead?" Justin says with a grin to him. "That is very kind of you. I am sure the sorority group Alpha Kappa Phi will enjoy spiral dancers barging in and slaughtering them."

Felix shrugs again, and ashes his cigarette into the firepit. "Don't reckon that's likely. They don't wanna do massive shit in front of normal folks or they already would be, an' they ain't gonna have any reason to think random folks at a party or a club or whatever matter particularly much to us. Ain't like our kin."

"They just attacked a normally looking house near the woods in broad daylight." Justin points out as he starts strolling through the woods as he stretches again. "But I don't think they would either. But they were DJing at a club that one night, remember that. They have no problem mingling with the public."

"A normal-lookin' house set away from the road in a rural area, that they KNEW was ours an' that we been werewolfy at an' around," Felix counter-points out, and heads along with Justin on that stroll from the compound. His stomach growls, softly. "An' minglin' is one thing. Other shit is other shit. But the minglin', that's parta why I ain't so easy with tryin' to meet up with the girls." And he doesn't sound thrilled about it, either. "They seen me with Lilah at least once -- that one night. Hopefully they ain't otherwise, but..." He kicks a rock as he passes, sending it scuttling toward a tree, where it bounces off the trunk. "Don't want her gettin' hurt."

"They will be fine. The Queen doesn't care about the kin. This was in retaliation to the mage thing. All this time she didn't poke at us until we poked at her. Now we're all even and shit on the battlefield." Justin says as he trudges through, kicking a rock as well. "Bella texts me every night at least with a code word to let me know they are doing good. They should just go hang out with Andrea though. At least she's balling now in a fancy hotel."

Felix snorts softly. "I'm pretty sure she ain't considerin' us even," he says, "Her asshole messenger at the moot, what he was sayin' she was intendin' to take, it was 'everything'. Ain't so certain as you kin wouldn't be included there." Another drag off this cigarette, this one almost as if he were annoyed at it. "Fancy hotel sounds like the way to do it if you got the option," he says, "but I reckon it might feel kinda crowded for three of 'em. ...I been textin' some. Few phone calls." He glances off into the trees. "Ain't the same."

"Well, I'm not even tripping." Justin says with his usual saunter in his step. "You shouldn't be also. They are going to be fine, we're going to be fine, and we're going to get some sweet ass pranking in."

"Ain't trippin'," Felix says, shrugging. "Just bein' careful." He's got his usual saunter as well, and smokes again, looking thoughtful this time. "Reckon I kinda miss her," he muses. "Anyway, yeah, sweet-ass prankin' sounds good. Also, breakfast. I'm fuckin' starved."

It's a long walk from the south end of Wolf Woods but Watcher makes the trip frequently. Today though he's not alone. As he makes his way through the woods he's got a wolf pup in his jaws. The pup's about a month old, greyish-brown with the tips of the ears still a bit floppy. The pup's eyes are half-lidded but already changed to a bright bright yellow gold.

"Yeah, I miss Bella too, but I know she's a tough girl." Justin says as he leans in to bump his shoulder against his friend's. "Hey, Watcher!" He calls over to their packmate as he spies them. "Is that my puppy?" He asks, eyes widening with a grin upon his face. "Pack mascot!"

Felix glances sidelong at Justin. "Tough ain't got nothin' to do with nothin'," he says, but Watcher's arrival is a definite distraction. "Hey!" he greets the coywolf as well, "Bring your kid to work day already?" Teasing aside, he looks pleased to see his packmate and said packmate's pup as well.

Song-of-Ashes squints at Justin as he approaches his pack until he comes close enough and sets the pup down between his forelegs. This is Bright-Moon, lastborn, female. He drops his head down to nose the pup behind one flopping ear as she turns widening gold eyes up to the two human-formed Garou. Bright-Moon looks decidedly uncertain as she creeps under the shelter of her father but shows the lack of outright fear one'd expect of kin. The Galliard lets her know they are not-wolf pack and safe before he looks back to the two homids. ~She is very shy and does not want to leave the den. I thought seeing more things and meeting others might help.~

"You going to counter everything that comes outta my mouth today or what?" Justin says to Felix before his attention heads back to Watcher. "Hey Bright Moon! Whaddup girl?" He flops down to his knees, then shifts into his lupus form. Rolling to his back, he lolls his tongue out at her. Bark.

"Only the shit I think needs counterin', same as always," Felix replies, and pinches out his not-quite-entirely-smoked cigarette. It gets popped into a pocket as he kneels down to get closer to the pup, and he offers her a couple fingers. Not shifting quite yet. "Mornin', Bright Moon," he says a bit more quietly.

There's a real chance they're the first humans the pup may have spotted but her father's lack of fear helps some. Watcher reaches down to pluck the pup out from under him and put her back between his paws as he lays down, only for the little female to scramble back against his chest at the shifting of forms. It's safe, Watcher whuffs to her and nudges her forward again. She doesn't seem up to approaching strange wolf or offered fingers but she watches both Felix and Justin with wary, watchful eyes without bolting. ~Her brothers are much bigger, I think she gets pushed aside. What were you talking about?~

There is an indignant growl from Mouse Trap as he flattens his ears back at Felix, then reaches out to boop the pup's nose with his paw. Hello little sister. This one is named Mouse Trap. He will be your big brother. If the others bite you, you tell me and he will growl at them. He wags wags wags his tail furiously.

"We were talkin' about plans for the day," Felix answers Watcher, "...an' the girls, an' shit. AND," he brightens, attention moving from largely on the pup to her pop, "'bout introducing Trace to Ohno! next chance we get. Thane says everybody's gotta join or start a pack, an' it's soundin' like T's juuuust about decided to take us up on it." The indignant growl just gets a little half-smile, and he looks back to Bright-Moon, then shifts down to Lupus as well. Good morning, Bright-Moon. This one is called Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew.

Bright-Moon gives a squeaky uncertain noise at the boop, dropping her eyes and whines that they have big growls that scare her. Her father indicates she has to growl louder before looking over to Chugs. ~A bigger pack is good. Ohno will be happy. I hope he is a good packmate.~

Mouse-Trap gives a nod of his head to Three Mountains. My growl is louder. Do you want me to growl at them? He asks with a grin to Bright Moon as his tail gives another sway, then rolls to his side. If they growl, then you bite their tail when they sleep. It will scare them back. Say it was a snake.

How loud can you growl? Chugs asks the pup, tilting his head at her curiously. His position shades a bit prouder. This one is not large but he can growl very loud. Practice makes louder! That is another way to scare them back. To Watcher, he adds, ~I think he will.~

~I would like to know him better. He fought good.~ Watcher remarks before lowering his head towards his daughter. Bright-Moon looks to the other Garou but only lowers her body. She doesn't want to growl, she is not big-wolf. The coywolf huffs quietly. ~She is wolf, not Garou. To growl is to say you are bigger. She doesn't want to challenge those bigger than her. She will learn to find a place, she just needs to be a bit braver.~

~You should see him more too,~ Chugs says, and tilts his head at the pup again. Don't, then, if you don't want to. What do you like?

Mouse-Trap yawns loudly and continues to play with the pup with a few bats of his paw here and there. Can he take care of this one?

Conversation seems like a new concept to Bright-Moon - what's there to talk about when you live in Now? She looks between the two and appears to be trying to grasp the topic. Her nose twitches with the hope there's food but her nose says that's not the case. So she moves to the next thing she 'likes'. She seems calmer with the lack of aggression and gives her tail a hopeful little wag and scoots for the wiggling paws of Mouse-Trap to smack her own paws at his. ~You can't keep her.~ Watcher whuffs at Mouse-Trap. ~She has to go back with her mother.~

Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew makes a play-bow toward the pup, and adds a paw to the not-exactly-melee, with small, gentle bats as well. More paws to smack at, if desired! You would not be a good mother, he aims toward the Ahroun.

Mouse-Trap continues to play with the pup with a laugh. He would make a great big brother! Also, he can teach her to fight.

Play helps bring Bright-Moon out of her shell and in short order the grey and brown pup is bouncing between the paws of the adults. Wiggle wiggle pounce! Retreat, yip, duck in and nip. ~At least they will not have to fight like we do.~ Watcher says with a huff as he watches the pup play. ~When they are big enough to hunt, maybe we can all hunt together. Hungry-Nose is very good at finding things. Stone-Fur is strongest. Rabbit-Paws is very... wiggly. He does not listen but he is smart.~

You make a good brother, Chugs allows to Mouse-Trap, and continues to play with Bright-Moon as well, seeming to enjoy it as much as she is. Hunting would be fun. They sound like a very good litter.

Mouse-Trap chuckles in amusement in a wolfish manner. Rabbit Paws may make a good packmate then. We do not listen well either.

Song-of-Ashes wags his tail in agreement, indicating his packmates are both good brothers. He puffs up his chest proudly at his pups being complimented. ~We will make them good hunters so they can help make the pack strong. Who better hunt-teachers than Garou? None!~ Bright-Moon is hunting now, she barks as she lobs herself at the leg of Chugs. She ends up with her butt half in the air and straddling his ankle while she twists herself around to clamp sharp little puppy teeth on his toe.

Caught! Chugs clearly keeps vital organs in that foot, as the capture gets some ineffective 'struggle' and then results in him falling over, stone dead. Aside from the breathing. Can't have everything. It's a good dramatic demise if you ignore that bit.

Mouse-Trap leans forward and gives a big BLOW on the backside of Bright Moon as she is attacking his packmate with a chuckle. His tail sways a bit more in amusement as he lets out a breath. He wants puppies now too. Huff.

Bright-Moon 'slays' her de-facto uncle and that tiny little tail begins to creep up in a victorious curl. Until Mouse-Trap huffs and puffs and sent the pup bowling over with a startled yelp. To her credit, she does reflexively flop over Chugs' paw that she killed and gives a little weak growl to defend her 'kill', though it's more in the tone of 'oh please don't growl back'. Watcher keeps an eye on the interaction but seems content to let his daughter play, though he does squint in amusement at Mouse-Trap. ~You should have pups!~

Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew continues to be dead, as a good 'kill' should, though he manages to adjust just enough to give the impression that he may also have more or less of a wish for pups.

Mouse-Trap leans over and licks the pup a few times. Good kill. That paw will never be used again!

~Pups are fun and good for Gaia.~ Watcher adds before he leans his head down to nudge Bright-Moon. The she pup is about as proud as one can be though her fluffed fur is disrupted by the distraction of a wide yawn. ~I should take her back soon before it gets dark, but this was good. I'm glad she met you. When I get back, we should find Trace.~

<OOC> Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew thinks it's still like... before noon in our sceneworld, heh. Slow scene. *^_^*

Chugs-the-Mystery-Brew revives and gives the pup a gentle, affectionate nosing. Yes and yes. And also yes, we should. He glances toward the sky. We should have plenty of time. This one is glad to have met her too.

Mouse-Trap bobs his head and lets out a loud yawn. He will escort you back as well. He says to Watcher and gives him a nudge. You coming? He asks the Galliard.

Song-of-Ashes pulls himself up onto his paws and looks down to his pup. Bright-Moon, come, back to the den. The pup obeys, though she continues to gambol about the legs of the adults and nip at their heels and tails. Let's all go, good time to plan and can see the other pups.

Coming, Chugs agrees, shaking himself out and trotting to join along with his packmates and the pup. ...but if we see something delicious I am going to eat it.