Who: Sawyer, Sean, Kavi

Ugh, this is hard work, I keep expecting one of these to go off on me. But... what was the deal with him? He acted...  I don't know, strange.

Oh well... time to get back to work.

Turns-the-Tide is in hispo in the woods, and the grey-furred ragabash is being rather carefull, sniffing about and minding his step. He's been out here for awhile already, but seems rather focused on his task.

The Glass Walker galliard arrives at the scene of the battle, his movements stiff. His black fur is hard to spot in the dark, but his steps are clearly audible, the sounds of a city-bred Garou moving through the forest.

Sean presses his nose close to the ground, sniffing and moving forward slowly, ploddingly. He's still wounded, but he can still work. His eyes lift up as he walks, lifting to look at Sawyer, though his muzzle still hangs low. He perks his ears and lifts his head, then picks up his legs with high careful steps as he walks closer, still careful. He's in Hispo, so he dwarfs the Gaian by a fair margin. ~Hello Turns-the-Tide. Have you found any more traps?~

~A few,~ the Gaian replies, looking tired, but he greets Sean amiably. ~You?~ However, the sounds of the approaching Walker catch his attention, just a tad bit of wariness in his form before he tests the air, sniffing a bit. ~Who's there?~

~Ringtone,~ the galliard announces, forcing the verbalization where his postures would go unseen through the dark underbrush. He continues on toward the sound of voices, now, until he breaks through into sight.

Golden-Tongue barks an affirmative at Sawyer. ~Found another pitfall. marked it off with glyphs and scent and other ways to make it obvious, but will want to fill it in. This one wonders where all the dirt went.~ turns and lifts his head warily as he looks at the approaching garou, then lets it sink back down. ~Ringtone. You fought too. Are you here for cleanup?~

Turns-the-Tide chuffs a greeting toward Ringtone, amiable and welcoming. He looks to Sean with some concern, an ear flicking back. ~I'm more worried about how they found the time to do all of this. This took time to put together.~

Ringtone licks his nose, a nervous gesture as his ears twitch backward. Yes. Cleaning. He stretches, eyes closing as he fights the pain and focuses on finding the larger form. It takes a little bit of work, but he eventually finds his way into hispo. ~Mouse wants a bear trap,~ he rumbles. ~If we can find one, undamaged.~ He moves a little closer, blowing out a hot breath at the ground in response to something he smells.

Golden-Tongue sniffs at ringtone curiously, maybe a bit worriedly. In this form he hobbles some, his right shoulder heavily mangled and partially crushed. And a large gouge taken out of his left side. He snorts and glances back to Sawyer, eyes narrowing. ~Yes, it's all very worrysome. But still they failed. Hopefully the ones who did it are dead. Hopefully we can return the favor.~ He curls his tongue up against one side of his muzzle, then glances back ponderously. ~Think there must have been one found somewhere... if we don't find one now we should be able to get one found before.~

~There's a lot,~ the small metis agrees, ruefully. Turns-the-Tide watches Kavi's gait for a moment a bit worriedly, flicking his ears back, and then turns to eye Sean. ~Has anyone healed you yet?~ he asks, as though just now taking in the severity of the gnawer's wounds.
Ringtone lifts his muzzle as the metis speaks to the Bone Gnawer and he watches both for a long moment before huffing out a sigh. We will find the rest. Destroy them. Make the land as it should be. He takes a few steps forward, and his ears lay flat as he reaches down to sniff at an unfamiliar scent.

Golden-Tongue turns his head to glance at Sawyer, and lowers his head humbly. ~Golden-Tongue has owed you for healing enough times already. Turns-the-Tide gives too much.~ Of course, that's not to say he'd mind healing in the least, and a hopeful glimmer in his eyes tells as much. He turns to Ringtone and asks, ~How can we fill the pitfalls?~

Turns-the-Tide looks tired, but he carefully steps over, giving the area Kavi is inspecting a wide berth and steps remaining attentive and careful. He seems content to let Kavi field that question. ~You should have talked to me before. People don't need to be walking around wounded if we can help it.~ He slides up to his birthform with ease once he's next to Sean's hispo, finding a spot to slide fingers into fur and focusing inward as he goes about his duty.

Ringtone looks up again, watching Sawyer work his gift. With a flick of his ears, he looks around them. ~If the soil wasn't taken far, we can put it back. If not, we can fill it by digging. The whole area will be lower, but there won't be holes.~

Golden-Tongue flattens his ears in a reverent way, that gaian touch always a blissful reprieve from pain. He twitches his tail and looses a short groan of relief, hanging his head as rejuvenating energy flows through him. He lifts his head a moment later, slightly dazed and more relaxed. He turns about and ruzzles Sawyer, holding his head close for a moment, then slips back to look at Ringtone. ~They must have just scattered it. I think the ground is slightly sloping up to the hole, so digging might set it right.~

Once done, Turns-the-Tide sets his hand on the hispo's head, and looks to Kavi, concerned. ~And you?~ he asks, referring to the healing. He seems a bit more tired for the effort, but not unwilling.

Ringtone tenses, tail and hackles both rising slightly at the offer, an entirely unconscious response. ~Mouse already,~ he rumbles, and despite the raised tail, his ears slick back against his skull. He turns away, finding one of the marked pitfalls and starts kicking dirt into it.

Golden-Tongue lifts his head against Sawyer's hand fondly, then flattens one ear in mild confusion at the Walker. He glances to Sawyer, showing the confusion, the wags his tail a bit as he hobbles over, possibly feeling fit enough now to actually help dig. He pulls up beside Ringtone, ponders a moment (he had seen dogs do this before...) and throws a few kicks into the dirt, flinging it back. Then he pauses and turns to make sure it went in the right place.

Turns-the-Tide seems a little confused by the reaction, letting his ears fall back, but he readily accepts it. He steps away, easing back down into hispo for ease of movement as he starts hunting out traps again, seeing as three hispo crowded about a pit might be a little much.

Ringtone drops his head a little, watching Sawyer move off on the search, and redoubles his efforts at filling the hole.

Golden-Tongue quickly picks up the art of digging in a lupus form, kicking and digging quite nicely, though the hole is deep and over the time it takes to fill it, he has to take a few breaks, his shoulder growing sore, relying heavily on Ringtone for help. He tromps around on the soil in Crinos when it's full, looking like a strange little dance, to pack it in nice and flat. Though the lack of growth there still seems a bit out of place. Then he goes back to sawyer, staying in Crinos for a bit since it's much easier to walk, and helps the gaian find a beartrap. or two, or three, springing them with sticks and slinging them over his good shoulder.

A few hours pass by in the woods as such, the three garou searching diligently to find traps. Eventually, however, the group finds need to split apart, Ringtone receiving what bear traps they did find to take back to the city while the other two retire back toward the bawn. All in all, at least, a successful (if tiring) hunt.