Tapestries: Pablo - Thursday, February 22, 2007, 2:22 PM

It's been a few days since the return of the pack from Pangaea, and there's been some jostling among the sept members for roofs over their heads. Blackbones had taken the cub house while you were gone, and now Stag's Burning Hooves has kicked them out of it, and the homids in your pack have made themselves at home in Stag's former den. Of course, even in the winter, you're just as comfortable, if not more so, in a real den. You're nearby, then, this early evening when you hear Little-Smiles searching for you.

Yiska yawns wide and lifts his head. He begrudgingly stands and lopes outside, standing a few feet from his den, lazily peering about, sniffing at the air.. and then calling out to his odd little friend.
Somewhere on the muck, Preston has connected.

Bits approaches you, well, reluctantly, her ears flattened against her skull, licking her muzzle and grinning submissively. She paws the ground, greeting, 'Hello, Yiska, are you well?'

Yiska stands tall, his ears perked only slightly forward, still slightly weary of the ragabash and also still a little ticked off. He's apparently bad at letting things go, 'I'm fine. What do you need?' He asks, cooly - even if it hurts him to act in such a way, he doesn't show it, taking a rather dominant stance towards the female.

Little-Smiles turns her head and yawns a little, trying to show she's not a threat ... in fact, there seems to be real fear in her posture, rather than the kind of submissive display one might show looking for forgiveness. It takes her some time to find the words, but then she says: 'I have not been honest with you.' She starts to say more, but then, just leaves it at that.

Yiska slits his eyes, then glances about the area before turning around and heading back into his den, 'Come on then, let's talk about it' He murmurs, letting the coldness drop from his voice.

The ragabash hesitates for a moment, a little worried about being trapped in the confined space, but she does follow after a few moments.

Yiska settles down in the far end of the den, as it's a good size and can easily accomidate both without too much claustrophobia. 'I'm sorry about how I acted.. please, tell me what's wrong?'

She exhales, a little whisp of breath in the cool night. 'You are not the one who needs to apologize,' she says, still worried and displaying all the canine calming signals. 'I... have been playing a trick. It was not meant to hurt anyone, but it has gone too far.'

The wolf sits up straight and stares down at the little ragabash, 'You did what? A trick?' he smirks some and shakes his head, 'Tell me more, Little-Smiles.'

Little-Smiles thinks you don't understand the gravity of the situation, but guesses there is nothing she can do but simply be straightforward about it. So, she drops the bombshell for the second time this night, still afraid it's going to get her in serious shit, or worse. 'I am not really Garou,' she explains, 'I am Nuwisha. Not a wolf, but...' and she changes form, into her even smaller latrani shape, 'a coyote.'

Yiska blinks once. Then twice. Then he just stares at Bits for a good long while. 'Well that's .. interesting. I thought you were all dead? Why would you try to pass as Garou?' He seems confused, but not mad, at least.
Her little ears fold back once more. She's not in her best humor at the moment, afraid for her life, but she can't help but say, 'Because it's funny?' She licks her muzzle, and then admits, 'There are some of us still. Passing as a Garou and passing the Rite of Passage was my attempt to gain rank.'

Yiska tilts his head to the side, then grins wide, his tongue lolling out, 'It is pretty amusing. I mean, probably not a good idea really. And not a very nice thing to do, but it is amusing.' He chuffs and lays down on his stomach, resting his head on the floor, 'Are you going to tell the elders?'

The coyote shifts up, into her sendeh, masquerading as wolf once more. She cocks her head, then, looking at you as if mad. 'No. They will kill me. If ... if I stay, with the pack. Which I want to do, Coyote help me. No one else can know.'

Yiska grins at you and shakes his head, 'I am bad at jokes, huh?' He wags his tail and sits up, leaning over to nuzzle over the coyote's ears, 'I won't tell, Little-Smiles, you are like a sister to me, I like you a great deal, even if you are trouble.'

Little-Smiles exhales, releasing tension that's been building for months now. She collapses in a pile next to you. 'I did not mean to grow fond of Garou,' she admits, 'I will be a laughing-stock among the Nuwisha.' She does grin, a little, the irony of that statement certainly not lost on her.

Yiska shakes his head some, 'I'm not sure I'll be able to trust you for a bit now, Little-Smiles, but I'll try my hardest. Pray that nobody finds out beyond us in the pack.' He lets out a soft sigh and rubs his head against his paws, 'I just really hope you mean what you say now, that you've grown fond of us. Though I don't think you'd be telling us so much if you weren't.'

'I would not have,' she admits. 'I would have just left.' She looks practically exhausted, more exhausted than she was the entire trek through the jungle. 'I was supposed to leave when I was done with the Rite. That is why I was being lectured by my totem the other night.' She flattens her ears again. 'She has removed her blessing from me. I can only hope Coyote does not feel the same way.'

Yiska sighs through his nose, 'I'm sorry to hear that.. you did very well during the rite at least, so I don't think coyote can be too mad at you.' He noses lightly at the coyote, 'I am sure the others in the pack will stand with you, you are one of us now.'

Bits returns the affection and nods, 'They have said so, minutes before I told you. And I trust all of you. With my life.' Her ears flatten and raise once more, then she gets a little bit of energy back, batting at you playfully.