So, a naked walk through the woods. Why not, right? After dumping their gadgets in the car and locking it up, Justin was at least the first to strip down without much shame once they reached the bawn. The lightly bronze skinned half-tino's body is starting to fill out as most Ahrouns do when they are forced to work out with a Shadow Lord Elder as your combat instructor, with snug muscle tightening along his lanky and tall frame. He shows the new Gnawer the walk through the woods, guiding him along the secret paths and trying to avoid any prickly pants.

Why not, indeed? Felix leaves his jacket (and phone, wallet, smokes) in the car, and doesn't show the slightest hesitation in stripping off as well when they reach the point Justin seems to have decided is ideal. He's not any less fair-skinned under the clothes, unsurprisingly, unless you count his tattoos, but it's over wiry muscle -- nothing bulky, but fairly defined. No Shadow Lord Elder instruction, alas, just a lot of years of mortal martial arts. He follows the path Justin demonstrates, looking around to try to memorize it as best he can. ...and to avoid any prickly pants.

Justin pages: HAHAHA plants*
Long distance to Justin: Felix grins. Hey, it works both ways. ;)
Justin pages: I didn't even see I typo'd that.

"The worst is when you're running about as a wolf and you step in a rabbit hole. Thank God for quick healing, right? I once snapped my paw in half and I cried like a bitch about it until I realized I could just shift to hispo and heal it." Justin says with a grin on his face as he trots happily through the woods without a care in the world. No tattoos for him, though there is a few scars along his body from his younger days of street life. "So, out here we got a guardian pack. The Sept Elder, Jacinta is Alpha of it, then there is Melodie who is the Black Fury Elder and Carries-Fire who is a four armed Metis they call Bug or something. Charlene of the Furies is the Groundskeeper. So, no littering or she'll cut your balls off and make you eat 'em." He glances over with a grin to him. "And from what I can see, those won't taste so good with all that red hair getting choked down along the way."

You paged Justin with 'Don't we heal in lupus also? Am I misremembering things again?'.
Justin pages: Maybe, probably. XD I dunno.
Justin pages: Though knowing Justin he ran around on three legs barking and freaking out and not giving his body a chance to heal LOL

Felix laughs at Justin's past pain, the heartless bastard, shaking his head. "Well, at least you figured it out eventually," he says, "...although I reckon if you just relaxed stayin' in lupus woulda done just as well for healin' up." The listing of the Guardians gets a soft snort when Justin finishes it up. "The hell am I gonna litter with?" he asks, spreading his hands and giving them a quick up-and-down flick toward himself to point out the lack of pockets. "But noted. Don't figure the colour makes a lotta difference, though. Never got no complaints." He steps around something's scat before saying, "Serious though, four arms? 'cause THAT is fuckin' weird. Do they all work?"

"Just saying, if you rolled in here with clothes on and dropped a candybar wrapper they'd be all on you, and you'd have to eat testicle sandwich." Justin wrinkles up his nose a bit. "I think only two works, the other two looks like crippled baby arms or something. They look weird in Crinos. Bug is kinda submissive for an Adren. A third grader would walk all over her. She's nice though."

"Kinda too bad. Not that she's nice, I like nice fine. But how cool would a couple extra arms be sometimes, if they did work right? She'd be like that one freaky goddess, the," Felix pauses just fractionally, "Indian one, I think... eh." Shrug. "So are they all Furies 'cept Jacinta? Don't think you said for Bug." He laughs suddenly, "Man. Not all the packs 'round here are divided by sex, right? I mean, we're all guys, the Guardians are all chicks..."

"Oh, no, Bug is a Fianna, which is why she stays out here. You know how they are with their mules. It's also why she won't claim Eldership of the tribe either." Justin says as he gives a tree a gentle pat. "But yeah, having four workable arms could give four workable handjobs I guess. That or she could get picked up by the were-spiders and they can be buddies. Jacinta is a hard ass by the way. Wendigo Ahroun and an Athro. The top dog here next to Emma in my opinion. Except, Emma is kinda likable from what I hear. I never had much dealings with Jacinta but she has resting bitch face syndrome. I wouldn't fuck with her, or prank her."

Felix nods to the part about Bug -- both acknowledging her tribe, and that he knows what Fianna are like with Metis. Justin's first thought for extra hand usage gets a quick laugh, and a shake of the head. "I dunno, seems like that many'd be distractin'. And maybe kinda hard to arrange everyone. Maybe just focus on one or two real good ones. Quality over quantity. She'd need a couple more to really hang with the spiders though, wouldn't she? I wonder if they make really massive webs..." He glances up as they pass under another tree, and jumps to see whether he can catch a fairly thick-looking branch there. Success! Although not particularly elegantly, even if one doesn't consider the effects of being naked at the time; he just barely gets the side, and has to scrabble his hands higher around it quick to keep from falling back down. If he was considering actually climbing it, he changes his mind; he just does a quick pull-up on it, then swings off and forward a few feet on the path once he lowers back down. "If Jacinta's Sept Elder, wouldn't Emma hafta be top dog next to her? Or does that mean somethin' different here, positionwise?"

"Nah man, you'd get paid more in the porn biz if you had two more guys there to jack off. You'd just have four dudes busting nuts on your face really. That's all people would throw cash at for." See, Justin has the plan all figured out. That steel trap of his, always thinking about sex and money and how to get a lot of either. As he turns around, he blanches for a moment as he gets an eyeful of swinging ginger junk as he leaps up to snag the tree. "Mouse is the Sept Beta. She is the Glass Walker Elder. Athro also and a Theurge. From the Green Sept. She has done a lot of shit also. Then there is Salem who is a Glass Walker Philodox. Dude is old as fuck. Has been around the longest of anyone here. Has been an Adren a few times now from what I hear, or something like that. Would probably be an Elder by now if it wasn't for the fuck ups along the road. But, he is a real badass. But if you are talking Ahrouns, it'd be Jacinta and Emma. Though if you threw all four of them in a ring, Thunderdome style, Salem would be the one walking out."

"Oh, well, yeah, in =porn=," Felix agrees, "...although I reckon it ain't all people'd throw cash for. I mean, there's audiences for all kinda shit, right? There'd be people into havin' everyone else involved also be girls, for starters. And then there's the really weird shit..." Weirder than four-armed girls to start with, apparently! He catches the blanching from the corner of his eye, and looks faintly amused for more or less the same brief duration. The information about the particularly big dogs gets more serious focus, though. "...well, kinda nice knowin' someone can fuck up enough to hafta do a rank more'n once or twice an' still end up bein' a fuckin' ancient badass. ...heh. If you DID throw 'em all in a ring Thunderdome style, I'd prolly pay to see that."

"I would even throw Thane and Brom in there as well from Blitzkrieg. If all six of them could actually get along and be in the same pack, we'd probably have won the war by now and would have peace on Earth. Unfortunately, that would never happen. Too many personality conflicts." Justin grins as they head into the Caern, then throws his arms out. "Here we are! The heart of the Caern! Soak up that pure air dude."

"Shame, we could use peace on Earth and good will to all Gaia. Who's got conflicts with who?" Felix asks. He grins when they enter the caern as well, stopping to -- well, soak up that pure air, more or less; he looks around, taking it in, and actually takes a few seconds to be still and feel the place. "...y'know, I think 'til right now's the longest I hadn't been in a caern since I popped. Last time was on the road back in California, lettin' me visit...

Justin glances over to Felix for a moment at the question. "Conflicts with whom? Everyone. Thane is a Shadow Lord, Brom is a Fenrir. Salem hates Shadow Lords because he used to be one. Jacinta is a Wenidgo, which you know.. So, yeah. Too many cooks, not enough waiters." Throwing an arm around his best bud, he takes in a deep breath. "I'm glad I brought you then." He gives him a squeeze before letting go. "Three totems govern the Caern here. A forest spirt, a huge spider spirit and a fire bird. All three work together to keep the Caern healthy and strong. Before that we had Fog, but that was before my time."

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our Septs," Felix intones solemnly. He grins at the arm, tossing one around Justin in return -- albeit probably somewhat lower on the back -- and returns the squeeze, letting go pretty promptly afterward. "Me too. Thanks. Why'd it change? From Fog to the trio, I mean. And I didn't know totems'd share, or cooperate, or whatever the right word'd be, for a caern like that. Only ever ran into 'em one-to-one before."

"Sept got taken down by the Wyrm. Fog got killed or weakened. Something like that. Lot of folks died taking the Caern back. By then, it was a new Sept from what I understand. It just wasn't the same." Justin shifts his jaw a bit, then motions him to follow again as he heads out another small path. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my dad."

Felix nods, quiet for a moment after the explanations. "Yeah," he says, "I reckon it would be, by then." Another look around, a bit slower, and he follows Justin down the new path.

As they head out through the forest again, Justin grows somber as they reach the rows of grave markers and reminders of heroes past. Once they reach row seven and about roughly halfway down, he kneels down carefully in front of a marker with the markings of a Gnawer Ahroun and a Cliath etched into the stone. Jason Statton. Taking in a deep breath, he traces a finger along the stone. "I never met him. He died in ... I think ninety-nine or something. Right after he knocked my mom up. Spirals killed him."

Felix settles on his knees beside his packmate, looking over the grave. "m sorry, man," he says quietly, reaching over to pat his back. "Fuckin' sucks." Maybe not going on Hallmark's next sympathy card, but hey, it's sincere. "'s a good way to go, if you gotta. Honourable and glorious an' all, doin' what's gotta be done. But. Y'know. Still sucks."

"Yeah, it sucks. Just wish I had a picture of him or something. Mom says I kinda look like him, but you know.. more hispanicy. Mom is Puerto Rican." Justin shifts his jaw a bit as he leans into his packmate. "I still got mom at least. Kinfolk. Just graduated college which is cool. Hoping she can get out of Mc Donald's and do something else to make her happy." Reaching up, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "So, what about you and your parents? You get along?"

Felix pats the Ahroun on the back again, and rests an arm lightly across his shoulders when he leans in. "No one else around here's got one either? Glad you got her, though. And her doin' well an' all." The question doesn't get an immediate answer; he studies the gravestone in front of them for several seconds before he says, "My daddy's dead too. I was 'bout three, though, so I got some vague memories at least. His pack was fightin' off a bunch of fomori, I guess. Didn't know nothin' about the what or why or how 'til a month or so back, when I was finally visitin' my grandfolks. Saw his grave there. Awful lot like these." He considers for a moment, looking the grave over again. "Had a stepfather, he wasn't 'rou or kin. He's dead too. My mother ain't, but she wishes I was." He shrugs, and looks up toward the sky. "...so no. Don't reckon we get along. But fuck it, whatever."

Justin gives a nod of his head. "Well, you got a hot girlfriend so life doesn't suck too bad." He says with a wily grin on his face as he wraps his arm about his waist in return. "I'm really glad you joined the pack. I think we're all gonna do some really cool stuff in the future. Even more so if we can get Winter on board. Having a pro ragabash would do us some good. He's an awesome guy by the way. I know Coyote would like him. So far though, a few Garou has told us to get lost because they don't wanna be associated with the prankster. I got a feeling in my gut Henry may not stick around much longer either. He's my bro but as a Philodox it really hurts his street cred and I know he's a bit ambitious. I just wish we could pull something off that makes us look awesome instead of idiots so that maybe he can see the value. He's just afraid the Sept will look down on him as a half moon following the trickster. It's a valid concern. He's a total boyscout."

Felix laughs, still looking at the stars above the graves. "Yeah, could be worse," he agrees, "...smart an' fun, too." He glances toward Justin, and grins back. "Yeah, I'm pretty glad I joined too. And Winter seems okay, though, y'know, just met him. Seems to me a Raggie oughta be down with Coyote; I get a 'dox bein' all oh, but my reputation! but it's just weird from a Ragabash, them bein' tricksters to start with. But then, ain't like workin' with Coyote's likely to put me in that much worse a situation as far as that shit than I manage myself, so reckon I might be the one seein' things weird." Another light shrug. "Does seem like kinda a weird fit for a boy-scout Philodox, though. I mean, it's easier to get away with shit if you got a good handle on all the rules, usually, but if you ain't really inclined to do shit that needs gettin' away with in the first place..."

Nodding his head, Justin says, "When we originally set out to create our pack, we were aiming for Lady Luck, which is why Henry joined up with us. Though, when we ended up with Coyote, I could tell from the start that Henry was uncomfortable and he's been sorta faking it to make it from here." He traces a finger along the grave marker of his father again, then pushes up to his feet and brushes some dirt away from his backside. "We also had this guy named Fitz with us. A Fianna mule who was the world's biggest asshole. He insults everyone and everything. It's like he couldn't help himself. He told me once that it's not a metis thing. He's just that much of an asshole. He enjoys setting people off. So, we kicked him out, which I think made Henry feel better and more confident as an Alpha because he can now lead without someone screaming at him every five seconds. But.. I dunno. I was thinking we could do something that can set us in a good light, thus, set /him/ in a good light."

Felix rises as well, brushing off his shins and knees, and stretches. "Makes sense," he says, to the part about Henry. The rest gets a bit of a grin. "Well. I ain't gonna claim settin' people off =ain't= fun a lotta the time. But you still gotta live with folks. I'm all for doin' shit that'll put us in a good light, 'course, but you got anythin' particular in mind? And..." He trails off, glancing sidelong to Justin. "Well. Shouldn't he be aimin' us that way himself?"

"Sure, and he will. When he took the position of Alpha, it was after we drew playing cards to see who had the highest card. He got the Ace." Justin laughs. "We were just trying to win Lady Luck's favor, but we stuck with it even after we got Coyote because he's a Philodox and he does have a good sense of direction. But, we're all young, fresh off our passage rite. I take it we're all sorta figuring this out together." Stretching himself out also, he lifts up on to his toes for a moment. "Fitz wax a different kinda asshole. He'd be setting off Adren Get of Fenris, trying to get someone killed by forcing them to frenzy. He also told me once he wouldn't give a fuck about any of us if we got killed and wouldn't have our back in combat if shit went down. He'd just watch us die. Sooooo..."

"...like I said, you still gotta live with folks," Felix says dryly, nodding. "And anyone who won't have your back ain't pack. So fuck that guy." He considers the other part for a while, and then nods again. "Well, long's he does, reckon it'll be okay. Just, it's hard to follow someone 'less they lead. So... DID you have anythin' particular in mind?"

"Always got things in mind, just not sure how valid they are." Justin says with a snicker under his breath as he stretches himself out. "Thinking we can do some scouting, Umbra wise when the moon starts heading in the other direction and maybe find something that as a team we can clear out. Also kinda see how Henry takes to leadership at the time. So far he's done us right, especially with the small stuff, but if we can pull off a job and the Sept recognizes it, I bet it'd go a long way into making him feel better about being a coyote." He gives a quick one-two jab in the air, which almost looks ridiculous due to him being naked. "And I'm gonna keep working on Winter. I think he's tempted, he just playing hard to get."

Felix grins, shaking his head. "I always got things in mind too, but lookin' like a Boy Scout ain't usually involved. 'cept when it's parta doin' somethin' else." He takes another look around, taking in all the other graves around them as well. "Scoutin' and clearin' somethin' out sounds good to me. Even if we weren't tryin' to look good or nothin', it sounds good. ...whatcha reckon Winter actually wants outta a pack? 'cause if you knew that, it'd be a lot easier to convince him."

"No clue. He's a Fostern metis who has no inclination to lead." Justin says as he lifts his shoulders upwards. "I need to talk to him a bit more and figure that out. Think it'd be good for Henry to meet him too." Taking a look around, he motions him. "Come on, let's head off, wanna show you this little bunker we have out here."

"People 'round here likely to look at him even weirder'n just for bein' a coyote if he's the only Fostern in a buncha Cliaths an' =doesn't= lead?" Felix asks. "Or are they flexible 'bout that kinda thing? But yeah, if you got no clue, you definitely better figure it out. Or we, I guess, better more of us get to know him better. Like if Henry ain't even met him... yeah." He nods to the motion, and follows along where Justin seems inclined to lead the Nekkid Caern Tour next.

"Well, so far I've just been teasing him about joining, though I kinda like to plant a few seeds and get feelers out. I think after we spend more time together, he may be look our way more seriously." Justin says as he leads Felix down to the Sept Compound with his usual swagger. "To be honest, I have no clue what they do out here." He makes a motion with his hand.

Felix nods again, and keeps an interested eye on their surroundings as he saunters onward. "None at all?" he asks, "Who's usually doin' it out here, whatever it is?" He starts to check things out, moving a bit less casually and lighter on his feet while investigating than while just travelling around.

[...game called on account of RL.]