Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (86% full).

Natalie slips into the barn, immediately shifting down - or up, depending on your point of view - to four feet.

Ashley glances over her shoulder as she watches Natalie shift down, then turns her attention back to the bag. She steps forward and gives the canvas a solid shot, following up with another by the other hand. She shifts her weight some, balancing on her feet as she sets up a rather defensive stance.

Emma watches the bag for a moment, then turns to see the woman-turned wolf enter. She gives a nod of her head, then turns back to look at the Fury on the bag.

Holds-the-Line pads toward the other women, sticking close to the walls as she does. The wolf wears a veneer of civility over the full moon's irritability.

Starting off slow, Artemis lets the fists pick up somewhat as she begins to pound into what appears to be experienced combinations. She bounces from hip to hip, eyes focused and concentrated as lets the bag hop about before her.

Emma looks down to the wolf, and gives a half grin, "What's up?" Her eyes float back to the bag routine, watching in that way that suggests she is looking for things to incorporate into her own line of punches.

Holds-the-Line has been walking, the wolf explains, likewise watching the Fury spar. It seemed better than throwing things. Yourself?

Finally finding her groove and getting into the routine, Artemis hits the bag square and hard, pounding into the sides. She dodges from side to side, as if she was shadow boxing with the way the bag jumps at her. She is relentless, giving the bag no quarter.

Emma shrugs her shoulders, "Just got done with the bag, watching her go at it now. Is good to watch other styles ya know?"

Holds-the-Line does, yes. Have you talked more to the alpha about the totem?

Anthony momentarily struggles against the barn door for a moment before managing to wrench it open, half-shuffling and half-falling inside. He looks positively exhausted, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, hair matted down at strange angles to his head, his clothes sporting the "slept-in" look.

Emma glances back to the door and gives Anthony a nod of greeting. Then her conversation is back to the wolf near her, "I'm not real solid on totems and such, in honesty, not real solid with any of the spiritual stuff. As long as it's not all about cunning and cheating and the like, I'd be open to it. The drake one sounds, intense."

It sounds flammable, the wolf corrects, amused. She too notices Tony and greets the Ragabash, ears perked and forward. Shakes-the-Earth. I wish to speak with you.

"Huh," Anthony replies, dragging the door back shut. "About what?" He ambles towards the punching bag, stuffing his hands in his sweatshirt pockets as he looks down at Holds-the-Line.

Holds-the-Line moves to intercept him. Pack. Will you walk with me? She shifts again, smoothly, ending up in her breed form, and slides her own hands into her pockets. "Perhaps out in the fields?"

"Well, sure, I guess," Tony answers, nodding slowly. "Wherever you want."

The Fury continues to beat the bag without pause or glancing over her shoulder to the talking Walkers.

Natalie offers Tony a tight smile and heads for the door, leaving Ashley and Emma to their own devices.

Farmhouse: Fields

What once was worked cropland has been, over the last several years, allowed to go to seed, and the result is the natural prarie which has developed, enclosed on three sides by the forest. It covers several acres of land with grasses as high as a person's waist, large enough to be out of earshot of the barnyard but uniform enough that anyone in bipedal form could be seen approaching through it.

The looming buildings of the farm can be seen to the south.

Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Natalie briskly leads the way to the fields, not slowing until she's a good twenty yards inside. Deep breaths, then, as she eyes the land, the trees, the sky, silent.

Anthony follows at a casual pace, eventually arriving and making his way through the field towards Natalie, stopping a couple yards away from her. "So..."

Natalie turns to give her tribemate the same casual regard she so recently gave the landscape. "So. Megan's got a bee in her bonnet about everyone being in a pack. Have you given it any thought? Anyone you're looking to pack with?"

"I have," Anthony replies, looking down at the grass, "but I haven't found anyone that's looking for packmates."

Natalie says, "Signe is. She wants a war pack based out of the city. W- she's got the muscle, but she still needs scouts." She aims a finger at him. "You're a city scout. Interested?"

"Sure, but," Anthony replies quickly, "who else is in the pack already?"

"Signe, of course." Duh. "Emma, myself. A couple of Furies - Ashley 'Call me God' and one named Doc who I haven't met." Nat quickly marks the names off on her fingers, then nods. "That's it, I think. Three Ahroun, Galliard, Theurge. We're narrowing possible totems down, but right now it looks like it'll be Badger, Firedrake, or Hugh Jackman."

"So it'd be a bunch of girls, including two Furies, and then me?" Anthony looks dubious. The last joke goes over his head.

Irritation twitches under the Galliard's (relatively) good mood. "I believe the word you're looking for is 'women'. But yes."

"Women. Sorry." Anthony clears his throat. "I don't know."

Natalie slides her hand back into her pocket. "Well, think about it, please. I've told Signe that you're not exactly Rambo, and while she's not happy, she's willing to overlook it if you're otherwise useful. We plan on going through the umbra to take out Boris and son even if we haven't quested yet. ...Speaking of which, have you talked to Leala in the last few days?"

"I'll think about it," Tony echoes. "Though right now it's pretty much the only opportunity I have right now." He pauses, thinking back over the past week or so. "No, I haven't seen her. In fact, the only times I've ever seen her were when she was yelling at you that one time and at the meeting when Megan was there. She's kinda scarce."

Natalie says, "Charming. She wants to be Elder, but in the month I've been here, I think I've seen the woman, oh, three whole times." She looks off toward the edge of the fields, then back. "OK, couple more things and then the interrogation's over. Number one, have you talked to Jer yet about cash? You need to get your Chiminage done, Tony. And number two, what do you think about Leala being Elder?"

"No, but I did manage to get my uncle to chip in some cash, so I'll be starting tomorrow," Tony replies. "And... I dunno, as long as it's not me in charge," he jokes in response to the second question.

Natalie snorts dry amusement. "I don't think you have to worry about that. And that's great news about the plumbing. Lemme know if you need to borrow my truck for haulage, a'right? I've got some work this week, but we can work something out."

"Okay, okay, sounds good, yeah," Anthony answers, rubbing his eyes with the side of a fist.

Natalie says, "Something wrong?"

"Eh, no, just tired," Tony replies, shaking his head. "Didn't sleep too well last night. Dunno why."

"Well, at least you don't look like Salem yet. He looks like crap." She clomps her teeth down hard on a sympathetic yawn. "Damn you anyway. Y'think it's the house, or what?"

"Think what's the house?" Tony replies, tugging at the sleeves of his sweatshirt absently.

"The fact that no one can sleep." She shrugs, one-shouldered. "Eh, probably not. I haven't had any problems with it. --Which reminds me in some weird way. Have you seen Joshua? Know where he's hanging out?"

"Oh. I don't live there, anyway. Sometimes I'll crash in the parlor, but... yeah, I have my own place." He shrugs slightly. "I saw him last night. Then I lost him again. He was around the park last I knew."

Such is news to the Galliard, obviously. "You, um... Oh. Well. I'm not gonna force you, but you can have a room there if you want it. And thanks for the news about Josh. I want to try and find him once the moon's a little smaller; talk to him."

"Well, heh, I kinda got it back when I first got here and me and Salem didn't get along at all, but now that this whole Russian thing's going on it might be a little safer not having everyone living together," Tony rationalizes. "Besides, I'm not paying for it."

Natalie says, "Oh, I agree - but the offer's still open. Anything else I ought to know, want to know, should know? 'Ve you met Quentin?"

"Yeah, I met him. Didn't talk to him much. He and Jeremy and what's-her-face were there too and they were catching up on old news and I ended up leaving." A pause, as Tony considers any past occurances of note. "No, not really."

"Well, keep me in touch." The trees get another once-over, then the sky, briefly. "I think you, Signe, and I ought to sit down real soon and go over those notes you took on the Russian thing. Even if you don't end up working with her pack, you still have everything written down."

"Real soon, got it." Tony punctuates this with a sharp nod. "Anything else I should know?"

Natalie ticks things off on the fingers of her left hand. "Pack, plumbing, Josh, plans. Oh, and Leala. Nope, nothing I can think of right now. Thanks."

"Okay. Then I'm gonna go take a nap." He smiles dimly, stifling a yawn as he shuffles back out of the fields, heading towards the farmhouse.

Natalie says, "Sleep well."

Anthony swishes through the grass, until he reaches the barnyard.

[End of log]