Who: Sawyer, Viktor

Talking to him is always so strange, I always feel like... I don't know, he's just so intense all the time. Like he rarely lightens up, he just takes everything so seriously all the time. I guess it's a Shadow Lord thing, but... it's almost weird. At least... at least he explained himself a little better.

Frozen like a statue, the little ragabash is staring at the brush with intense focus, not a whisker twitching, all legs braced and ears forward. And then, suddenly, he snaps forward, paws first and jaws next, and there's a harsh little squeak that sounds out, and a little field mouse is triumphantly snatched aloft. Yay, lunch.

Conversely, Viktor seems to be working off his lunch. He jogs quickly through the forest, dodging a tree every so often, sweat running stinkily down his skin - stinkily to a wolf, anyway. And he's making a fair amount of noise, too. He careens through the woods in a direction coincidentally similar to Turns-the-Tide's location. Silent, stoic, dour, he runs.

From afar, to the room, Viktor figures Sawyer in wolf always get the advantage of knowing he's coming first.
Field mouse in his jaws, Turns-the-Tide turns about proudly to start trodding off, but Viktor's approach catches his attention. His ears prick, fall back, and he looks a little conflicted. Still, he drops down and quickly buries the thing, nosing dirt over it, and trots after the Shadow Lord, wrfing quietly to announce his presence. Hi?

Viktor slows quickly as Turns-the-Tide comes closer, looking down at him through a haze of exhaustion for a moment before recognition flashes in his eyes and he comes to a stop. "Turns-the-Tide," he murmurs, after swallowing a breath. "Good afternoon." He puts a shaky hand on his hip.

Turns-the-Tide still has a little dirt on his nose when he peers up at Viktor, greeting him affably enough, though there is some vague worry in his posture. This one heard you running, he says, a bit awkwardly, and offers a quick, sorry to interrupt. He pauses, and then notes that Red-Sea might want to be careful, because Wind-Brother said that there were Spirals around that put traps in lots of places, and this one doesn't know yet how far they put them around.

"What?" Viktor asks, his brows knitting tightly as he's suddenly gripped by the new information. "How did they get so close to the bawn you'd be looking for traps? How are they evading the Guardians?"

Turns-the-Tide gives a helpless sort of lupine shrug. This one doesn't know. So far we haven't found any /on/ the bawn, but on the edges, but we have no way of knowing yet. He looks a tad sheepish. Just thought you might want to be aware.

Viktor looks on at Turns-the-Tide somewhat incredulously through the explanation, but then he closes his eyes, internally calming himself for a moment before murmuring, "Thank you for telling me. It may have saved me a limb, or my life. I appreciate it, Turns-the-Tide." He sighs, running a hand over his face tiredly and then through his hair. "What are you keeping yourself busy with out here?" he asks the wolf.

Turns-the-Tide wasn't there for the fight, but Wind-Brother was. He told this one that there were lots and lots of traps. And six Fallen Ones. He slicks his ears, but then the question is met with an innocent shrug. Was helping with the trap hunting this morning, then came back for food, and then am going back soon.

"I see. I wish you luck in finding traps, rather than misfortune," Viktor says, his brows knitting at the topic of discussion.

Turns-the-Tide thanks Red-Sea, but then tilts his head up a little bit, perhaps prodding at the question just a tad delicately. How have you been since this one saw you last?

Viktor crouches down now to his ankles, resting his elbows on his knees to get more level with the Child of Gaia wolf. "I've been working, and I've been moving. Same as anyone worth having around this Sept."
Turns-the-Tide agrees readily enough, tail giving a slow wag or two, but then it stills. He seems conflicted for a moment, ears falling flat, and he expresses first that he is just worried, but what /did/ happen with the kin that night?

"She's not dead. She showed the proper respect and told me so in the end, which is all I'd wanted from the beginning. If it eases your conscience any, I tried most things short of death threats first," Viktor says, his jaw sticking out as his eyes fall to the ground. "But respect is Thunder's mandate, especially among our own, Turns-the-Tide. Maybe it's different, for the Children of Gaia. But it's a seriously matter for us. You can't deny respect to those who deserve it, then claim you warrant it yourself. Especially when you are the guest, and they are the host."

Turns-the-Tide looks a tad uncomfortable. This one was always raised that kin were our most valuable thing, he replies, felling his ears. This one knows respect, honors respect. Maybe he just doesn't understand it completely. His ears splay, a bit sadly, but none of it is directed at the shadow lord. But everything is okay now?

The Shadow Lord curls his lip slightly, and looks off to the side. "Everything is. Or should be. Sometimes it is hard to tell with my tribe, Turns-the-Tide," Viktor admits with a mutter. He sighs, and then holds up a finger. "Kin are important, Turns-the-Tide. They are very important. Maybe that's why it's even more egregious a trangression when they violate Thunder's mandate of respect. I don't expect them to know everything, but courtesy, honor, respect...they should be held to that standard."

Turns-the-Tide's Gaian comes to the fore as he looks worriedly up to Viktor, a bit of concern in his wolfy features. This one agrees that they should be respectful, just like any garou, but if they die before they can be taught, then perhaps lines are being ended too soon. His ears fall back, and he quickly says that he is not trying to tell Red-Sea how to do anything, at all. Just what he thinks, for his tribe.

"She isn't dead," Viktor says with a jut of his chin. "The lesson was learned."

Turns-the-Tide flicks an ear and agrees. This one hopes so. He takes in a long breath and lets it out, and then peers upward at Viktor. Has anything else been happening that you've heard of?

"I went with some Glass Walkers, and we got that much closer to cleaning up the vampire problem in the city," Viktor says with a wave of his hand. "I think it goes along with their plan to make Harbor Park safer. It's a place with spiritual power in the city, last I understood. So there's that. Is that what you'd be looking for?"

Turns-the-Tide wuffs good-naturedly. Good! And then, the latter just earns a bit of a lupine shrug. Anything. This one doesn't hear as much news from the city or from outside his pack. It's good to know what is going on.

Viktor frowns slightly, his eyes sliding upwards in thought - he taps his chin with the end of his finger. "There are many new arrivals to the Sept, in both kin and Garou - that's worth knowing. It's all swelling. In terms of news...I'm not really much of a galliard, I suppose. Whatever's worth knowing I'm typically either working on or left in the dark about," he says with a final, helpless shrug, returning his eyes to the wolf in front of him - always like a stony statue.

Turns-the-Tide agrees. Yes, more is always good, especially with what we've been seeing lately. This one's pack is getting anxious, too. They want things to do, and he understands why. Lots hanging over our heads without much being done. His ears flatten. This one is still waiting for news about the scouting.

"I wonder if there aren't better ways to investigate for things /to/ do," Viktor mumbles in a fishing-for-ideas manner, giving Turns-the-Tide one of those looks.

Turns-the-Tide ponders. Scouting, keeping ears to the ground. Keeping in news with the story-moons... keeping our own territories safe. THough, he seems to understand perfectly that this is all obvious things. Need to keep people informed between city and woods.

The Shadow Lord mm's in agreement, nodding his head. "We could use a Galliard willing and able to do that more," he mumbles.

People are very busy, the metis relays with a sigh. You just have to go hey! -that's punctuated with a little, light yawp - I need information! sometimes. He looks a little impish at that, ears flicked back. This one doesn't think they're withholding things on /purpose/, though.

"No, just caught up with more important things. It would seem, anyway," Viktor mumbles in agreement and dourly, running a hand through his hair.

Turns-the-Tide grunts a bit, but doesn't seem like he /entirely/ agrees, but doesn't entirely disagree, either. Do you go into the city very much?

Viktor shakes his head at that, holding up an upturned palm. "I don't. I don't have the best tools to survive there, and usually I go alone, as is the case with most things - and alone, in the city, is always a bad plan. Do you usually stay on your territory?" he asks, turning it around.

Turns-the-Tide does. They have a lot of territory to cover, and only five strong, so a lot of time is spent patrolling and hunting. His ears perk a bit. And on the bawn, and sometimes Edgewood. He pauses, looks a bit shifty, and then admits that he doesn't /like/ the city very much. It is very noisy and smelly and confusing.

"There is a lot that is wrong there. And there's a lot I won't say, as well," Viktor mumbles, standing up straight from his crouched perch and folding his arms across his chest.

Turns-the-Tide mrfs, and then shakes out his coat. Anyway. This one needs to get back to trap-hunting, they are expecting him back. But he's glad to hear everything is well. He rises, and then noses Viktor. Gaia watch! And then he's off to go find his mouse and head back to the bawn-edges.