You carefully shape the words of the Primal Tongue—the ancient language of the Garou, which you learned almost instinctively after your First Change—as you cannot speak human language in your wolf forms.
The old woman laughs bitterly, a horrible sound to hear from a wolf's throat.
"You cannot teach the spirits, pup," she spits. "They teach you. Or perhaps not even they can teach you—thrice-tried, thrice-failed."
Failed? Confused, you turn as Scarper—tall and lean and shaggy in his near-human form—stalks down the slope, bloody knife in hand, to stand beside the old theurge.
"I finished your work, idiot," Scarper says. "I finished the Bane." Before you can speak, Clay emerges from the icy woods, kneels, and starts to feed on the horse-thing without a word.
"Clay tasked me with destroying the Bane. It's right there, dead."
"I'm not interested in your riddles, Scarper. Say what you mean."
"We're not done yet. People might be in danger if there are more Banes in town like this one. We need to investigate."
"There are more enemies than just this Bane. It might have allies among the humans. We need to…deal with them."
"I did what you demanded. Now you must acknowledge what I have earned." I am no longer a "pup" or a "cub." In victory, I am Garou.
"From what I know of Banes, killing the host body might not be enough. Should we look for signs that it escaped into the spirit world?"
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