We should destroy them know before they can ready their defenses." Of course the Get of Fenris representative, Black Ivan(yes), disagrees "Are the Fianna so weak that they cannot judge what is obvious? All here know the detestable Bunyip murdered Greyflank." To which the Shadow Lord, Tepes Godkin(No, seriously) speaks up, "Why have the Bunyip hidden from us for so long? Because we will smell the stink of the Wyrm on them. The Stargazer representative also speaks up, saying that it would be incredibly stupid on their part to intentionally piss them off like this, and they've never been violent in the past. The Glass Walker representative speaks up and points out that the evidence isn't irrefutable, since anyone, wyrm or not, could have killed Greyflank and left her there. Of course if she doesn't act she'll be seen as weak. She's leery of making a decision without more input, and all attempts to get a message to the Bunyip had failed. The Fianna Righ, Keally O'Shannesy, is trying to figure out what to do. Yeah, cause, you know, when I kill someone my first inkling is to go find one of my most sacred sites and leave their rotting disemboweled corpse right on top of it. "Greyflank's killers must die," Wyrmbaiter said with difficulty, his voice harsh and guttural. He swung his heavy head this way and that, glaring at the assembled Garou gathered in moot around him. Now Wyrmbaiter's muscles rippled as he changed, swelling upward from Lupus through Hispo to Crinos. The best Garou hunters had been unable to find her head. The charred lump of muscle still glowed like an ember, radiating soft waves of heat. Her guts had been devoured and her heart burnt to a cinder. Greyflank's cadaver had been found spread across a large carving of the Rainbow Serpent, ribs cracked open and head severed. He had allowed no one to touch her corpse, let along dispose of the body as was fitting, since it was discovered five days ago near the Three Sisters. Occasionally he would lower his muzzle to nuzzle her cold flanks. Wyrmbaiter stood stiff-legged before the decaying, ravaged body of Greyflank, his sister. The dancers' movements and Grek's voice rolled back the barrier of time, and once again the last Fianna moot sat in judgment in the Australian bush.
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