[OOC: Okay, Elsiu, Dee, and Tali, for the sake of adding
some 'interest' and keeping the story moving while you're alway,
Elsiu, I've taken the liberty of tossing an interesting twist towards
Faye & Tali. Have fun! Muahahaha!]


A young woman whimpers as she awkwardly makes her way down a dark
alley...alone.

She's not used to being alone, especially in such a strange,
unnatural place as a city. That IS what they call it, isn't it? The
language of Humans can be very confusing. Here, she feels vulnerable,
weak in this Human-skin, and every shadow, every noise, makes her
jump and want to run and hide. She misses the others, her pack. She
should not even be here. None of them should. The scab is no place
for a wolf.

Her weak human lips curl into a silent snarl when she thinks about
the Red-Eyes and the judgment passed onto her pack. But there is
nothing she --or the others-- can do about it....except endure.
Survive.

Oh, there are members from other tribes, Homid members, who would be
willing to teach her pack how to live in the city and survive it, but
her Alpha refused the offer. So the Truthcatcher added more to their
punishment. Because her Alpha refused the help of the scab-dwellers,
their pack was dissolved for the duration of the punishment. They can
have NO contact with each other, at all. They cannot leave the scab
until they have learned enough about humans and human ways satisfy
the Truthcatcher, and have proven that they can learn to get along
with the city-dwellers. She's doomed. She'll be stuck there forever!
And because her Alpha refused help from the Homid scab-dwellers, she
now must learn all her lessons on her own, without Garou aid.

Okay, so she has to admit that she IS a bit curious, being a No-Moon.
But this is also the first time she's ever been into the depths of a
scab, and it's terribly nerve-racking. Maybe it's a good thing she's
in her weaker human-skin after all. Even with the weaker senses, the
stench is still quite overwhelming. The bright suns everywhere
blocking out the stars. The loud noises, the stench of the metal
beasts everywhere.

She stumbles and catches herself against a wall, still not entirely
comfortable with walking on two legs, especially in what the Homids
call...shoes. She can't feel the grass beneath her feet in those
things. Then again, where she is now, there is no grass....only cold
fake-ice. She shudders as the thought crosses her human-mind that
this place must be what Malfeas is like. Nothing of Gaia left. She
had tried to talk her pack out of attacking the Red-Eyes and the Scab-
dweller, but as pack Omega, they rarely ever listen to her. She
huffs. Maybe they'll listen to her now.

She steadies herself, then moves onward, her wolf-heart focused on
finding a nice, warm den, then a good hunt to fill her empty belly.
But that's not the way of the Humans...is it? How can she hunt in
this fake fur they called a skirt and blouse, anyway? It will only
scare the prey away long before she can reach it...and probably make
her fall, too.

Suddenly, a terrified squeak reaches her ears, breaking through all
the other noise. She knows that sound well, and it's close. Her wolf-
heart leaps. Has one of her pack found prey? Her own mouth waters at
the thought. She slowly, carefully creeps towards the sound, her wolf-
heart alert, even if her human-senses are dulled.

Just as she creeps around the corner into an even darker alley,
something dark rushes past her. She jumps, almost yelping in
surprise. Her hackles instantly rise, and she ~almost~ goes Hispo,
but catches herself just in time. Shaking and confused, she's not
sure whether she should shift and give chase to something she cannot
really see, or stay in weak Homid and force herself to calm down and
resume her search for a nice, warm, SAFE den. Another familiar squeak
draws her attention back to a two-legged and the rat she just smashed
against a wall. Again her hackles rise, her wolf-heart telling her
that something is not right here, while her human-ears pick up human-
talk not far away. Her wolf-heart howls for four-legs and sharp
teeth, but if she violates the conditions of the punishment....

Backing up against a wall, she snarls at the two-legged rat-killer,
baring her too-human teeth at the woman.