[Brownstone]

On Friday just after noon the Walker Elder shows up the at Brownstone, her expression grim and controlled. "--Have a minute before we head out? I wanted to talk to you about something, and it needs privacy."

Emma looks up and nods, "Yah sure. Everything okay?" The Ahroun seems to tense at this, as if there were concern something 'major' was up.

"Everything's... better," Nat says carefully, glancing around the quiet apartment. "Anyone else here?"

Emma shakes her head, "No, not right now. What's going on?" She reaches off to the side to fetch her Mariners hat, slipping it up on top of her hairless head, apparently self conscious about it.

Natalie's chin remains up, her posture guarded. "I need to talk to you about what happened on Wednesday." Before the girl has time to do more than tense she adds, "I want you to teach Kevin. I talked to Signe - that's going to be your 'rent' for staying at the Safehouse."

Shoulders rise and remain at attention as her unvoiced reply is halted. Then her eyes narrow, a crease forming in her brow, and her mouth drops wide open. "W-what did you just say?" she asks, completely confused.

Natalie's jaw works for a second as if she were trying to crack a nutmeg with her molars and then she repeats evenly, "I talked to Signe. You teaching Kevin is going to be your rent for staying at the Safehouse."

Emma brings a hand up to run over her- baseball cap. "But I can't. I mean, well. What? What would I teach him?" she questions with thorough confusion.

"You're cliath," the Galliard says inexorably. "He's a cub. What would you teach him if he was one of yours?"

Emma rubs a few fingers over her forehead, "How to be stronger, and smarter. How to mind his tongue so he doesn't lose it to the wrong person. I dunno. Just get him used to the ropes so to speak. Litany- of course, stuff like that. But, it'd have a pseudo Get tone to it all, I'd not even notice, but it would."

Nat says, "He doesn't need the Litany. We'll do that. But sparring... that he could use. Both Thomas and I could wipe the walls with him. I don't know about Tu, and he can't start on guns until the moon's smaller. But yes. The rest of it." Her hands creep toward her front pockets as she relaxes, thumbs slipping into beltloops. "As for being too Get - don't teach him anything you wouldn't want me to teach one of your cubs. But he needs to learn how to work with other tribes. And he likes you."

Emma smirks, "Dunno about that so much anymore." She still seems to be in a bit of shock over it, just shaking her head back and forth. "What are the limitations? I mean, locale wise. Is he confined to the house?"

"He can go out with an escort," the Galliard answers. "Take him to the high school near the house, if you like. The track is a good place for him to work off his ya-yas. I don't have as much time to spend with him as I like, and I'll have less once the moon is small enough for me to work." She cocks her head, studying her younger tribemate. "If you've got questions later, ask me. Or Thomas. Or Tu, for that matter. I'm not going to rip out your guts for making a mistake."

Emma nods her head, "Can I take him to the bawn? Run him there in lupus?" Her tone suggests she believes this to be important, her eyes settled and waiting for the answer.

"How are you going to get there?" Nat retorts. "It's a hell of a walk."

Emma smiles at this, "That's what makes it a good workout. The moon is skinny enough I can bum a ride with Mitchell, he's good about being chauffeur. Wolves don't belong in a basement Nat, it's good for us to get out there, and he enjoys it. A lot." The tone is more pleading than argumentative from the Ahroun.

Natalie considers this for a second, head tilted to the side. "--Once the moon's smaller than half, yes. Otherwise... he needs to work on learning the city. That's where I want most of his classes to be."

Emma gives a nod, "Can I lug him around on daytime patrols? Signe did that with me. I didn't do nothing, just watched and learned what ya look for."

"Yes," Nat says after another half-second's thought. "But only once a week. I'll be taking him as well. Are we clear now? Things are settled from Wednesday?"

Emma takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Did you at least crack him for being such a little brat?" she asks, as if that were somehow both related to this issue and important.

She answers, "He got the wind taken out of his sails, yes. Smack him as much as he needs - just remember, please, that he isn't your cub. If you wouldn't want me doing it to your cub, don't do it to him. Other than that... I trust you, Emma. I wouldn't run with you if I didn't."

Emma grins a little at the last bit here, and gives a nod. "Alright. I don't wanna smack him around Nat, honestly. But, if he don't get it from someone who'd call him a friend, then it's gonna be worse off by someone else down the road. I'll be cool with it." She gives a final disbelieving shake of her head, "Thanks. Did you tell him about this yet?"

Nat says, "No, but I will over the weekend. I've got patrol with Brom on Sunday, so either tomorrow or Monday he'll know."

Emma nods to this, and then perks up with an 'Oh oh!' "Hey, you need to meet KL. I know you're not crazy about Brom, and I feel like a pack member pusher now, but KL needs a pack. More so than we need her I'd imagine. She's kinda lost. Can I bring her along next time to try and meet up with you?"

Nat's eyebrows jump. "--KL? I remember her from the Moot. Fury Ahroun, right? Why do you say she needs us more than we need her?"

Emma lifts her shoulders a bit, "Not that we don't need her. She's sound. I've had her on patrol a few times, and she is great. But, she's got no one here, no roots, nothing. Helen is hardly ever around, and there aren't any other Furies really. I've seen her picking through the trash to find food even. She needs a place to belong."

Natalie draws back with a look of mingled revulsion and alarm, as if Emma'd said the Fury had been writing poems to the glory of the Wyrm. "--What? That's disgusting. Doesn't she know about the Safehouse?"

Emma shrugs a shoulder up, "She's afraid to step where she shouldn't. She's not gotten a hold of Megan yet, and has no clue what to do for chim. Like I said, she's lost. She needs a pack. White Bear won't even let her into the bawn now, and that's like.. the backyard of the Fury outpost there. She stays here sometimes, but she's just - I dunno, she doesn't want to ruffle feathers."

Natalie snorts again, reaches behind her for the doorknob. "Well next time you see her, tell her the Safehouse is open. If she stays there for more than a few days she'll need to do something to pay her way, but she can crash there for a while without me coming down on her like a ton of bricks. I'm not going to even -think- about her joining Havoc until I've met her, though. We're a war pack, not a damn Child of Gaia love-in. Now we better get on the road."

Emma rolls her eyes, "She's Ahroun Nat, Fury. Think Doc..., but more gritty." She smiles at this as if it were a fond memory. "She's fine, I'll bring her by next time. Show her the safehouse and drop the rules on her."

[End of log]