The tall girl's name was Dacy. She had very little understanding about what was happening...she had not 'changed' and was terrified for her mother, Kara of the tribe Black Fury. She had only just learned of our kind having been raised by kinfolk, and was confused and afraid.
The boy's name was Nathanial, and was much more than just a boy. He was, as I previously mentioned, the child who had called the opening of the moot. A metis, like myself....his deformity caused him to have the appearance of a small child. I didn't know his true age until much later. Suffice it to say that he stood as a Rank 2 Theurge in the Caern.
The lupus female was slow to speak to us, and seemed to be terribly angry. Her name, unpronouncible in human tongues, was hard for us to use, so, we called her Friend. She was highly intelligent, as theurges of the tribe Uktena tend to be. She seemed to understand the gravity of our situation more than the rest of us. She had also seen the totem, Fenris, go down and disappear up the Attack Bridge. The consequences of this were yet to be seen, but, it did NOT bode well.
We decided to step back into reality and found ourselves in a deep forest. The Bridge had carried us away so swiftly that we were unsure of our exact location, so, we began to search for signs of our whereabouts.
We gathered dry wood to build a fire and settled in for the night choosing to get a fresh start in the morning. The fire hadn't been going for very long before we were set upon by Werewolves! Get of Fenris, Werewolves!
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