[Another early log of Rain and Otter, before Otter came back to St.
Claire]

Moon Otter finishes his inspection and mulls over the request for some moments 
  before giving his answer. You can hunt. This one could use help in feeding 
  both pups and pack as well as an extra pair of eyes to watch for troubles. 
  You may stay, provided you do not disrupt the pack and will speak of your 
  travels.
Winter Rain dips her muzzle, humbly.
Moon Otter is curious as to how you came to be on your own? You do not bring 
  danger behind you?
Winter Rain has been alone for many changings of Luna. There are no enemies on 
  her track, no danger save the humans, who cannot be escaped.
Moon Otter 's lips curl into a brief snarl, and then is quickly suppressed. 
  This one has seen no Apes in this land for quite some time. It is one of the 
  reasons he came to this place. Safety to raise pups and a place to be at 
  peace and alone for a time.
Winter Rain tilts her head to one side, glancing upwards. She hopes so. She 
  has not seen the Weavermonkeys in many turnings of Luna, but the apes are so 
  strange, and have such powers, that she cannot be sure.
Moon Otter mirrors this upward look, scanning the skies as if he might see 
  what it is that Winter Rain searches for. Finding nothing, he looks back to 
  her and whuffs, And how did you come to be without pack?
Winter Rain's birth pack are all dead, killed by humans one by one. The others 
  are also dead, killed by the Tainted Ones with human powers.
Moon Otter slowly cocks his head to one side as the other wolf speaks. You 
  seem far more knowledgeable than a normal wolf. Garou?
Winter Rain pauses, ears swivelling backwards. Full moon of the Red Talons.
Moon Otter's ears go forwards at that--attentive. Almost a full turn of the 
  seasons it has been since I have encountered another Garou. 
  Moon-Calf-who-has-no-more-sense-than-an-Otter. Dark moon of... the Lords of 
  Shadow, but taught by those of your tribe.
Winter Rain lowers her tail. She knew, somehow, that you were Garou. You seem 
  in every way one of the great ones from the past. But she has known no other 
  tribe but the Talons.
Moon Otter flicks an ear as he settles onto his haunches. Great ones of the 
  past do not mean great ones of the present. Only those of the Talons, you 
  say? It is unfortunate they are no more. This one would have wished to have 
  had the chance to have met them perhaps. To see a pack consisting of only 
  Talons would have been truly impressive.
Winter Rain chuffs, muzzle lowering. A Sept. The Caern of the Bear. Few 
  Talons, with packs of the wolf kin. They are no more.
Moon Otter tips an ear to one side. Even the kin were destroyed?
Winter Rain turns her face away. All. All but herself.
Moon Otter, contrary to his moon, doesn't pursue his current line of inquiry. 
  Instead, he redirects the conversation. Since you are of the full moon, you 
  will understand when this one asks that you not linger near the pack 
  whenever the moon grows full or you feel that your reason might leave you. 
  There are times, even for this one, when the anger burns so hot that it is 
  best for him to not be near kin, lest an accident occur.
Winter Rain again dips her muzzle. That is wisdom. This one would not wish to 
  harm the kin.
Moon Otter glances up at the moon, as if he had no idea what it was currently. 
  He noses the Talon. Tonight seems a good enough night to meet the others in 
  the pack. The one over there, with the two cubs, is this one's mate. 
  Crimson-Dawn. Talon kin from the warmer lands. The female cub is Cricket 
  Hunter. The male cub is Trips-on-Tail. The two over there are Eats-for-Two 
  and Looks-for-Food. Silver Fang kin.
Winter Rain approaches the others of Otter's pack, lower her body toward the 
  alpha female and baring her throat in a display of submission. Her tail wags 
  at sight and smell of the pups, and then she looks at the two thin Fang 
  kinfolk, judging them.
Moon Otter observes the reaction to the two Fang wolves. He slides in closer 
  to the Talon. They are frail wolves. The only reason this one allows them in 
  the pack is because the alternative was to leave them as a burden to the 
  Talons patrolling the sept this one left or leave them to the Fang elder, a 
  foolish half moon homid who would likely have put them into cages as she 
  claimed her sire does. They manage to hold their own, though. Usually. At 
  least, they can flush out the game for this one to take down.
Winter Rain raises her tail, taking a more dominant role with the frail, 
  weak-blooded ones. She glances at Otter, horrified at his words. *Cages*?!

[Dat's all.]