"Oh, Mr Kettle, your metal's all grubby and black. Here, let me rub it allll clean."

The Sept Compound(#2075RAM)
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing, no more than an open space of grasses and beaten earth in the heart of the forest. Some pains have been taken to keep wear and tear on the area to a minimum, so the firepit tends to shift from time to time. The firepit, several sawn logs polished from use, and a stack of firewood discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp, are the only signs of constant occupation. However, a student of such things might think that some minimal landscaping or planning has been done, for the meadowlike profusion of grasses and other plants has an unusually high concentration of brilliant flowers, which attract a number of bees and butterflies.
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.

Kevin is munching in a leisurely and rather desultory way on a rather dry-looking sandwich, the last instalment of the morning's meal dropped in by Mathias a while earlier. The charach ragabash sits cross-legged, looking as well and as positive as can be expected for someone in his unenviable position.

Basil has actually moved for some reason or another, no longer at his post at the tree. Instead, the Ahroun is sitting quietly near Kevin, picking at a similar looking sandwich and sipping from a canteen. "Wonder if the food is part of the punishment." He murmurs, mostly to himself.

Emma is once more approaching the site where the two Litany breakers are being kept. There is still a sterness to her steps, but her tension seems not entirely focused on the two she draws near. Her hands swing at her sides with each step, casual, but business-like. She stops perhaps ten feet from the duo, "I've heard about your punishment, and I need to clear some things up with the both of you. I assume now is as good a time as any?"

Kevin swallows a mouthful of sandwich and lays the remainder of it aside. "My appointments diary is strangely empty," he responds sardonically. "What needs clearing up? You have my ear."

"We've always got time for someone of your standing, Emma." Basil speaks quietly, bowing his head for just a moment before taking a big bite of his sandwich. "We'll give you all the gorey details."

Emma glances at Basil, eyes narrowing. "My standing? We share the same rank Basil. Some of us just do a better job of giving it honor." She steps forward then, but does not join them in sitting. "I have yet to find any of the Judges which sentenced you, but I plan to." She pauses, "In the meantime, I need to know exactly what you two plan on making of this. Namely, your assistance in the tire fire." Her eyes fall to Kevin, "Is this going to be an easy way out, in hopes Gaia forgives you at the door to Valhalla? Or are you looking to kick ass and prove that you have some worth in our nation yet?"

"My plans," Kevin replies crisply, "are to do as the leader of the fight commands me, to use my own initiative once we two are out there on our own running interference, to survive if I get the chance to, and to go down fighting in the right way if I don't. Anything else I should have put in there?"

Laura ambles along through the woods, her bow and quiver at her hip as she heads for the Sept Compound. When she hears those at the compound speaking, she looks up from her meandering. She doesn't call out a greeting, announcing her presence by simply...arriving amidst the others. Emma garners a nod and a thin smile before Laura gives the charachs a short once-over. "Hello," she finally says.

"You've done more for Gaia and are a better fighter. I think you're higher." Basil murmurs, then glances at Kevin and back to her. "My plans are to fight as hard as I can, accomplish my objective, and live to serve Gaia another day so that I may do more for her. There is much to do, and I don't want to die yet. But if it comes down to that, then so be it." He glances at Laura, and offers a smile, bowing his head to her.

Emma turns to give Laura a brief smile, that heavy line across her brow suggesting the young alpha is taxed beyond her normal means. Basil gets a bow, "Good." Kevin gets a harder look. "How about an answer that wasn't shoved out of a cookie cutter Kevin? Try again."

Kevin gives Laura a polite nod, and Emma a frown. "Okay... if you want me to say I'm going to 'kick ass'," he says, wiggling his fingers in quasi-quotes, "I'll kick ass."

Basil's smile is returned, though the Fury's smile is a little less along the lines of friendly. That slight vestige of civility disappears when Kevin makes his sarcastic comment. Laura takes a step towards him, eyes narrowing. "I don't want to lose packmates or even parts of packmates because of you," she says, glancing at Emma.

"He wants to serve, Emma. Trust me. I know him well. The problem is convincing him that he wants to live." Basil looks at the Ragabash, then offers him the canteen of iced tea. "As long as I'm there with him, he will do nothing dishonorable. Not even if he wanted to. He's just kind of snippy, lately."

Emma tightens her jawline at this, and perhaps would have closed the distance herself if Laura hadn't. And all the better she did too. "That's two, Kevin. Now I am going to explain myself here, for Basil's sake now. And at the end of my little pep talk, you get your third try. Got it?"

She turns her attention on Basil more, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm not very keen that a group of halfmoons thought they have enough battle experience to dictate where I put my assets during this fight. Furthermore, my priority leading this excursion is to successfully resolve it, not to be the tool of your punishments. I would put you where I feel you will best serve the fight, the Sept and Gaia. Not where you best serve the punishment. I will not sacrifice strategy, to appeal to the judgement of a couple litany breakers. Do you follow me here?"

"Snippy lately? I've always been snippy," Kevin points out, "when I give what seems to me to be a perfectly fair and truthful answer to a question, and have it thrown back in my face. If I did that to Emma, Emma would be snippy. But she's a Get. Get are allowed to be snippy. If you're leading the fight, Emma," he concludes, "you can put me where the hell you want to, and argue it with the philodox later, as far as I'm concerned."

Laura watches Kevin cooly, crossing her arms over her chest. She has nothing to say, it seems. Instead she lends support, via a somewhat menacing presence, to her alpha.

"If you're willing to trust a litany breaker and someone who's been a bad Garou up until now, I will serve you 'til the end." Basil replies after a moment of hesitation, looking up at Emma's face. "I haven't fought the spirits much, so just having me there will be a big risk for me. But, I haven't had a good fight in a while. In a way, I'm looking forward to it."

Morgan arrives in homid today, with her usual worn, faded coat pulled tightly closed. Her head is bowed, her eyes focused on her sneakered feet, and once she steps into the compound itself she blinks owlishly, as if suddenly being exposed to more light than her eyes are used to. She regards those visiting the prisoners with the same wariness and uncertainty that she gives the prisoners themselves.

That pushes the Get over the edge, and in a rush, she is slipped up into Glabro and reaching out for the Walkers throat. Grabbing it with her now meaty fingers and holding tight, she glares hard at the Ragabash. "Snippy? I call it disrespectful. Now listen to me you little shit. If you are going along because it's your punishment, and you hope to find some sort of escape in death, then I will be appealing to the Philodox that you've no place in this battle. It's a damn shame the Gnawer shows more worth right now than you, you should take lessons from him. I will not risk the entire pack of us, because you have no reason to live."

Kevin doesn't take that sitting down. He takes the glabro form himself. "Get your hands the hell off me," he threatens Emma, "or I'll take them off myself. What gives you the right to call me a liar to my face? The philodox have ordered that I take part in this fight, and so help me, if you try to deny it me, I'll tell them you think you have a right to overrule their judgment, and then we'll see what happens."

Laura steps out to the side to cut off one potential avenue of escape. Morgan gets a cursory nod, as the Fury is far more focused on what's happening between Kevin and Emma. Bits of tension play across her face, in her furrowed brow, her pursed lips and her tense shoulders. She gives a short, human snarl at Kevin's words. "She's not 'overruling'," the Fury snaps. "She knows more of war than the half-moons would. Their judgement leaves us vulnerable and that we will not stand for. It's the difference between your claws being useful in the battle or your corpse feeding the fire and leaving us with a stronger foe."

Morgan's voice is, if anything, considerably shrill. But it's loud, at least. "No!" She shuffles quickly across the distance, hunch shouldered, looking more terrified than anything, trying to insinuate herself into the grouping. "No fight. No fight."

Basil twitches when all the shifting starts taking place, nearly shifting himself, the entrance of the Metis going unnoticed by him. "She's right, you know." He adds as he stands up, trying not to look too spooked, though he does take a few slow steps to the side away from Kevin. "I don't think I've heard of Justin ever being in combat at all. Kevin." Basil turns his attention to him, then glances at Bug. "Stop, Morgan. Stop." He states firmly, then looks back to the Walker. "Kevin, people she cares about are going to be fighting there. She doesn't want to worry about one of us being a weak link in a chain that'll get Garou killed. Stop giving her reasons to think that."

The two Glabro are both up on their feet now, Emma's hand still around the others throat. Her lips are peeled back in a snarl. "Exactly what would that deny you of Kevin? Tell me!" she growls out now, but does not release her hold as she inches her face toward his. Her eyes lock into his, and there is a frustration born out of concern in them. Surpisingly, Basil's words could not be more true. Her hiss is soft, "If your wish is to die, I will arrange my plans thusly- though it will be a fucking shame. I had hoped you'd have given me reason to think you are looking for something else out of this." And with that, her hand releases his throat and she casts a dagger-like gaze at the metis. "Not your business."

"Weak link?" growls Kevin a little indistinctly. "I'm no weak link. The reason I have to fight is because, until such time as I am kicked out, I am still a Fenrir pack member, and I cannot not fight. Nobody's saying anything about me getting killed but her." He curls his lip at Emma as she lets his throat go. "That's better. Since you seem to require it in words of one syllable: I. Do. Not. Want. To. Die."

Morgan quails slightly, first at Basil, then at Emma, but she doesn't actually step back, nor does she actually back down. Her voice is a little less shrill, however. "No fight," she repeats, a little breathlessly. "All of you get in big trouble, you get too hot."

Laura steps in a little closer to her alpha. Basil gets another of those evaluating glances, as though she's puzzled by him, then she looks over the other three. Morgan's intervention stops whatever she was about to say, and she reaches up to rub her neck.

"Kevin." Basil lifts a hand and taps Kevin, firmly, in the side of his head with his fingers. Then he speaks, his voice a little louder and much sterner than usual. "Making 'Get are stupid' jokes is about as original as 'Your mother'. If you're going to make her frenzy and kill us both, at least do it with a good joke, or shut up and give her respect." Basil moves away from the duo past Laura towards Morgan, his serious face turning into a smile near instantly. "Morgan, this is important, ok? If a fight does happen, do not get involved. Sit on your hands." He pauses, then lifts his up. "The big ones."

There is a flicker of rage that hazes over Emma's eyes, but it is in fact Basil who seems to interrupt the fixation on her target. Nostrils flare as she holds her attention on the Walker. "Your jokes never were in good taste." Her words are clipped, "I'm sorry that my demand for unquestionable clarity in this matter 'put you out'. You are not the Garou I saw in that cub those months ago." She takes a step back, still facing him, then glances to Basil. "I'll be back again after speaking with one of the half moons, and we'll go over your task." Shoulders rise and fall quickly and with pent up strain as she turns to her packmate, "Do you have time for some planning Laura?"

"Oh, it's his task?" exclaims Kevin in disbelief. "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry that my perfectly plain English words were somehow not clear enough for you. And I didn't say Get were stupid, Basil... that was your own words. Not mine." He stamps a few paces to one side and remains there glowering like a little thundercloud that's fallen out of the sky and isn't quite sure what it's doing so close to earth.

Laura tips her head to indicate the west from whence she came. "I do. Tea?" She suggests, watching Kevin's glowering as though that little thundercloud might unleash some lightning.

Morgan makes a rumbly, uneasy noise, glancing between Emma and Kevin in turn. "Should no fight," she mumbles, ostensibly to Basil, though it's loud enough for any of them to hear. "No sit on hands."

Emma closes her eyes and grates her teeth together as Kevin continues to insult his comments upon the Get. "Enough!" she growls out, now charging the ragabash. "How many times must I restrain my fist from you?" And this time she does not, sending out a wicked-fierce right hook straight to his nose.

Morgan gives a teeny tiny little jerk as Emma moves in, followed immediately by a much larger lunge. She's hardly graceful, but especially not in this form, even if she is relatively swift. She reaches out with all four arms, coat forgotten, even as she tries to move past Basil. "No! No fight!"

Basil turns away from Morgan to face Emma, bowing at the waist a bit to the Ahroun. "It'll be a pleasure to serve with you Emma. I'll be waiting here for you to come back." Basil turns to Morgan and smiles, laughing a bit even. "You've gotten guts since you were a cub! Good Morgan!" Basil praises, but his expression soon dampens as he hears Emma's outburst and sees Bug rush forward. The Gnawer shifts up to Glabro and makes a grab for Morgan's shoulder, looking her in the eyes and commanding. "SIT Morgan!"

Rather than trying to dodge Emma's swinging blow, Kevin balls his own fist and punches back out at the ahroun's face even as her hand connects with his nose and blood starts pouring down his face. "Want a piece of the charach, huh? Came to pick a fight with him? You got it. C'mere." He jabs left and right with his meaty glabro fists, the other three garou in the clearing seemingly quite forgotten.

"Emma!" Thoughts of tea are immediately discarded as there is surging and punching and violence all around. With an ouburst of cursing in what sounds like French, Laura shifts to Glabro and fires off her own right hook to Kevin's ear.

Grabbed and spun as she is, Morgan is for once unable to avoid the eye lock. Her shoulder shrinks immediately under Basil's hand, and for a moment she looks, frankly, entirely terrified. Then the noise of Laura's shift reaches her, and the metis goes one further than everyone else...she slides to her birthform and tries to break out of Basil's grip, hands still outstretched.

Emma knows that Kevin is no pushover when it comes to fighting, and so she's not totally surprised when a fist catches her square in the lip and she herself is bloodied. She snorts at this, but as the others come in to join the fray, her growl is aimed toward them. "Back off. Our issue." Words are curt as she pushes forward, fists flying back and forth. The proverbial 'claws' are tucked, at least on Emma's end, and she seems content to just rocket blows back and forth. "I came to get answers from an old friend," Swing! Thud! "But I couldn't find him!" she growls.

Whatever is going on behind him is completely lost to Basil as the Metis starts to shift again, and the Homid shifts immediately with her. Kills-the-Cries immediately kicks out his right foot in front of Song-of-Luna's ankle, then shoves her forward against the leg. Activating Falling-Touch furthers the momentum of the movement and sends the Metis to the ground, with the Gnawer turning, and falling right after her, putting as much weight on her hips and upper arms as he possibly can muster. ~Bug, calm down!~

Kevin too is using balled fists only in this fight. "Perhaps... you didn't expect... to find him," he grunts. Further comment is interrupted by the sudden flank attack from Laura, which, unexpected as it is, sends the ragabash over sideways and onto his knees. "Oh, it takes two of you, does it? Against one new-moon?" he spits at the packmates as he tries to regain his footing.

Calming down is, at least initially, about the last thing likely with Bug. She's toppled easily, both because she wasn't expecting that kind of attack, and because she's a raw, raw Cliath. And once down, Basil will find that his biggest problem is simply keeping her from squirming out from under him, because she squirms furiously, and in a sudden, mindless panic only so far from actual foxing.

Order given, order taken. Though Laura's cheeks are darkened with anger, she leaves her pack alpha to the Glass Walker. "When my alpha attacks, so do I," she snarls as she backs off. Her fingernails dig into her palms, and her enraged gaze remains riveted on the other two.

Nightmares noses in through some bushes, the leaves thick enough to cover her approach and the yelling and such also hiding the sound of her paws on the earth. A black nose and a pair of wolf eyes peer into the compound from the underbrush as the cub eyes what's going on, clearly unsure what to make of it all, and mostly hidden.

Emma growls as the Ragabash throws out more barbs. She actually puts herself in between the Walker and her packmate, waiting for him to get up before she continues. "Maybe you weren't expecting anyone to look for him. You want this out of your system? Fine. Keep it coming Kevin, because no one else is going to give you this chance." And she puts her fists back up, waiting for round two.

~Bug!~ Kills yells to get her attention, the light ( for a Garou ) but still muscular Ahroun struggling to keep the Metis from wriggling away from him. ~Remember your promise! You promised me you'd control yourself! Calm down and I'll let you go!~ He half pleads, half commands, grimacing awkwardly on Bug's back.

"Maybe not," Kevin grunts as he regains his feet and squares off again with Emma, fists raised. "But if this is what it takes to convince you that I'm still the same freakin' fighter I always was..." And he comes rushing in again, fists flying and arms flailing, enthusiastic if not scientific in his gusto for the fight.

Song-of-Luna whines, and gives a series of plaintive yelps. Her struggles only increase, however, if becoming slightly less directional. ~Letgoletgoletgoletgoleggo!~

Nightmares shakes a bit in the bushes, clearly upset but with all the action going on it's still unlikely anyone in the clearing would notice here there. Her attention sweeps around the compound, from Bug and Basil to Emma and Kevin and then back to Laura.

Laura continues to watch, most of her attention now focused on Emma. Particularily, she's watching for even the least sign of an impending Frenzy. Her focus is intense as she moves to take up a more strategic position. She's very peripherally aware of Bug and Kills, but her cub's presence is still unnoticed.

Kills-the-Cries eases up his grip slightly after a moment, then lifts himself up quickly from the Metis with one paw supporting his front half, the other still free, giving her room to move. ~Don't get involved!~ He warns, ready to lunge out and grab the Metis if she bolts for the fight, the presence of the cub completely lost on him.

Emma glares, "I never doubted your ability to fight. I doubted your want to see through this." Another punch lands, cracking the Ragabash in the nose with a sick pop. It doubles her efforts in a return volley, that is aimed for his stomach. "Sitting in your damn pity party. Fucking wallowing in it like a pig in mud." She sneers then, an almost comical grin, "You got spirit enough to fight me for pissing you off. Why don't you have spirit enough to want to get through his mess and back out on the other side?" Swing.

Nightmares continues to watch, lowering her tense body flat to the ground, ears perked forward and tail twitching slightly.

Kevin's nose breaks with an unpleasant crack, and the flow of blood which had only just healed up restarts in increased quantity. "Will you listen to me?" he almost yells at Emma, loosing a kick at her knee in addition to his flying fists. "I'm not..." Thump. "Going to..." Thump. "Curl up and die!" Thump, thump.

Song-of-Luna pulls into herself, making a very large, furry ball of things, but she doesn't, at least immediately, seem inclined to try bolting, either for or away from the fight. She's breathing heavily, and shaking, and her eyes are blinking as though they have something in them they want to get out very badly.

Laura nearly jumps in, then backs off. Her attention splits enough to check on Basil and Morgan's wrestling match, then back to Emma and Kevin she goes. Her hands clench and unclench.

~You're not? Good. You had me worried for a while... ~ Kills-the-Cries trails off, speaking distractedly as he rises to his feet above Morgan, looking down at the curled up Metis at his feet.

Emma lets another fist swing in at Kevin, thumping him in the chest, but not as hard as a true blow would be thrown. "Good! So you say. Now start fucking acting like that's your intent too." And she backs off, panting heavily and wiping across her nose with a forearm. Blood stains the pale flesh of the Ahroun as she stands there catching her breath. "Because I'd kill you if you did." Huff huff huff. She glances around the area then, to see what has transpired during the scuffle. A wad of bloody spit is hawked out and she returns her look to Kevin. "I'm going to clean up, and go over things. I'd like to -talk- about our options when I get back."

Nightmares stays in her hidden spot, being a bit of the watcher now...

Laura stands down when her alpha does, slipping slowly back to homid. She blinks furiously as she reaches her birth form, as though she's clearing a haze from her eyes.

Kevin dabs at his own bloody face and snorts his airway free of blood and mucus. "I so want to pound your face into chopped liver," he says darkly, "but in the circumstances I'll save it, and imagine the first bane I see at the tire fire bonanza is you instead." The corner of his mouth twitches in what may be a smile, or may just be his tongue exploring the inside of his cheek for broken teeth. "I'm a bad penny, folks," he goes on, turning his head to take in all the other garou present and address them. "You can try and palm me off in your change, but odds are you'll get me back again no matter how much you may wish not to. I'll fight any other of you who calls me a quitter, just as I did Emma."

~Can I call you a whiner instead?~ Kills-the-Cries chides roughly in his Crinos voice, taking a few steps away from Bug before shifting down to Homid, keeping his attention mostly on the Metis. "Do either of you have a cigarette? I ran out days ago, and I could use one or two about now."

Nightmares starts to slink away, trying to slip silently into the woods.

Emma snorts at this, and moves to stand beside Laura, placing the cleaner of her two hands upon the others shoulder and offering a slightly squeeze of silent gratitude, both for her quick support, and her quicker obedience. She gives the metis a look as well, more sneering, and then one to Basil. "Thanks Basil. Sorry, no smokes. Dirty habit." "Alright, I'll see the both of you in the next few hours, Laura, I could really use that tea." As she moves to start heading off, she casts casually, "You pick the reputation you want to live up to Kev, not us."

Song-of-Luna's ears fold completely back, and she wraps both sets of arms around her torso. She doesn't seem entirely aware of the others, or at the least, she doesn't look up, or say anything to them, or react to the current conversation. The shaking continues, which looks quite odd on such a large creature.

"Not on me," Laura replies to Basil, her head tilting slightly towards Emma at the squeeze on her shoulder. "Sure," she answers the Fenrir, taking a step back. A look of concern is given in Morgan's direction, then the Fury elder turns to lead the way back home.

"At your own risk," Kevin cracks back to Basil, stony-faced. "And Emma's right, cigarettes are a filthy habit, and all the more so here so close to the caern we're meant to be honouring."

Kills-the-Cries shifts one more time, this time to Glabro, and sits on his knees on the ground not too far away from Bug but far enough to be out of lunging distance. He half smirks, glancing over his shoulder at Kevin. "Piss off. I'm not taking lectures from a Charach."

Another arm swipes over her nose, and Emma still in Glabro, steps in closer to her packmate. It seems the young Ahroun could use some of her own reassuring, and a heavy sigh is expelled. Very softly, her voice, meant only for Laura can be heard, "Thanks Laura," as the two walk off.

Kevin dabs at his slowly healing nose some more. "Oh, Mr Kettle," he chides Basil, "your metal's all grubby and black. Here, let me rub it allll clean."

Song-of-Luna wipes the back of one hand under her chin. The shaking is still there, but at least the spastic blinking has stopped. ~Don't fight,~ she mumbles, sounding rather worn and tired and considerably unsure of her own instruction.

Laura thumps Emma on the back, reaching up to do so, as they wander into the woods.

"That's what got you in trouble in the first place, Kevin." Basil responds back without missing a beat, his eye on Morgan. He murmurs out quietly. "There is no fight now, but you did good."

Kevin pulls a playfully rude face at Basil before approaching Morgan carefully. "Yup, what he said, Morgan-yuf. Sorry you had to see that. I think we both needed it, in some weird crazy way."

Song-of-Luna looks up at Kevin--up as far as his chin, anyway--and then immediately back down. ~Thought there might be frenzy,~ she mumbles again, apparently heedless of herself being the greater danger in that regard.

Kills-the-Cries says "You shouldn't get involved in other people's fights, Morgan. Not like that. Not until it comes to claws. Get ready, but try talking. Don't yell. Talk." Basil smiles at her all the same though, taking a moment to clear his throat. "But you still did good. I'm sorry I had to jump on you."

"I've done some bad things," Kevin understates, the flow of blood from his nose slackening as he works it carefully back into as straight a line as he can judge to heal, "but I don't think I've ever frenzied, Morgan. And Emma... she's picked a fight with me every few months, regular as clockwork, since I was a cub. Funny how she doesn't ever seem to realise the pattern..."

Song-of-Luna ducks her head again, and falls silent. She's once again hugging herself, but a careful eye might note that she's starting to wind down, even so.

"You're a good girl." Basil coos out, in as close to a gentle voice as Glabro can muster. In all, he ends up sounding like Billy Bob Thornton crossed with a kindergarden teacher. "Do you still have that bottle I gave you, Bug? You didn't break did, did you? Are you playing it well now?"

Kevin's eyes swivel to Basil. "Bottle? Christ almighty, Basil. Tell me you haven't got the poor girl drinking booze."

Song-of-Luna remains in her self-hugging position, but she responds in the same murmur as before. ~Took the bottle to the Grotto. I'm still not very good.~ Her eyes flick to Kevin, briefly. ~It's an empty bottle.~

Kills-the-Cries smiles a little at Kevin and shakes his head. He then looks at Bug, and tells her. "Blow on it harder, and more down towards the mouth in short bursts. And fill it with a little bit of water. I think that'll help."

Kevin 's mouth forms a little circle as he understands. "Ahh. Got you. Good stuff." He sits down, still in glabro, and feels his face to check on his healing cuts and bruises. "You seemed to make a good impression on Emma," he tells Basil, not without a note of pleasant surprise.

Song-of-Luna gives a very unnatural, jerky looking nod, and then finally slides back down to homid, where she resumes the self hugging with all four arms.

Kills-the-Cries says "Maybe I've changed for the better, huh? But I know how to talk with Ahrouns. And I also know what it's like for people with less Rage to yank my chain. No one bites back as hard on their anger." Basil murmurs, his attention still on Bug the entire time. "You'll learn, Morgan. When I can leave again, I'll bring back more things for you to play."

Kevin looks around for the sandwich he was eating earlier, and to his chagrin, finds its sad remains on the floor where either he, Emma, or quite likely both, have trodden on it. "So much for breakfast," he sighs, discarding it. "Actually, Basil, I think you have. Which may prove something, I dunno."

Song-of-Luna nods again, hunching her shoulders even further. She eyes the sandwich herself, and then offers, "I get another? Can make sandwich now."

"You've got Get blood. Eat it anyways. It'll put hair on your chest. Or look for mine, I think I dropped it somewhere over there and it might not've got smooshed." Basil offers, shifting down to Homid, then sprawling out on the forest floor with a yawn. "What's that, Kevin?"

"Nah, I'm a drain on the sept resources. Blackriver said so, and she's a Silver Fang so she must be right," mutters Kevin as he too lies down to finish healing.

Morgan fidgets uncomfortably, but doesn't offer anything further. She glances toward Basil, then back down to the ground in front of her.
You paged the room with 'Got to end soon, if not now. I'm way tired tonight.'.

"I'm going to take a nap, now. No moping or fighting while I'm trying to sleep." Basil declares, pulling his arms behind his head to form a pillow.

"Who, me?" Kevin says as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. "Morgan, you can go tell the guards we're all quiet and docile again."

Morgan rocks to her feet without further ado. She keeps her head down, and she continues to hug herself, even as she starts off toward the edge of the compound without a single word of goodbye.