Secret meetings, late at night....

Rains pours from the clouds in heavy droplets.  The moonlight hidden behind a blanket of storrmclouds, the perfect night for secret meetings and whispered conversations. Parting from their Garou brethren in a most unnoticeable fashion, they set out on two different paths, which converge into one, once they have out enough distance away from the ears of others. Together they trod side by side, each wearing their lupus form.

"They're coming. More specifically, he's coming." says the one. The other seems to ponder this for a long moment, as the two walk, the rain running down his fur as they trot.

  "I welcome the oppurtunity that his presence creates even at the great risk that follows."

  "And you're certain you know what you are doing? I've never heard of anything like this being done before. It seems...dishonorable at best. The idea reeks faintly of The Wyrm at worst."

  "The methods and goals are are Gaian. I share your concerns, but we must do what is necessary. While this is rather distasteful, it will protect all of us...even him, from himself."

  "And what of the spirits? Won't they notice?"

  "All too often, we mistake the spirits for gods. They are not omnipotent nor are they infallible. They can be deceived just as any other being can. And besides, the dark truth no one wants to say aloud is that the tribe is addled to the last of them, unexpected behavior is to be expected."

  The one wolf stopped, his stance taking a very threatening posture towards the other wolf. "And what of your ultimate goal? To what ends do you take these risks? What purpose would you risk your own neck, maybe even your place beside Gaia in the afterlife?" he growled, hackles raised, clearly ready to attack.

  The other wolf took no notice of this, or if he did, flawlessly hid any fear, and without hesitation replied, "Because I am one of the few anywhere in the nation who know what is really at stake here. Yes, there are things I am not telling you, but that is because the knowledge is not for you to know. My only goal is to protect these cubs, and to protect this place. Their destiny is unfolding before us, and I will whatever it takes to make sure others don't put them at risk for something as petty as happenstance of birth."

 He pushed by the one wolf as he finished speaking. The one wolf lowered his threatening stance and eyed the other from a distance, "My gut says to trust you. Don't make me regret this, because if I do, I will personally tear off your head and mount it on a silver pike." He snarled, his words full of promise.

The dark skies and heavy rain provided not only the two wolves with perfect cover for a secret meeting, but a third party sat peering down on them, listening to each word intently.