It all goes down at a service plaza between Syracuse and Albany. You should've seen the signs, you think as the cops search the back of her cab and find two unregistered weapons. The truck is stolen, too. The cops search your pockets, check your ID, then take all your money. But then you realize that they're all paying attention to the woman.
You carefully retrieve the ID from where the cop just dropped it, then take a step back. Another. They're not paying any attention.
You disappear into the darkness of the night, poorer but wiser, and abandon I-90 for a smaller parallel road. You half-expect the cops to pick you up a quarter-mile down the highway, but no one ever comes that way. You flag down a semi after walking an hour through the freezing snow.
Your mind wanders as you warm up in the trucker's cab. You think about the tribes. Clay said that soon after you became a true Garou, you'd start to hear the calls of the Patron Spirits that watch over what's left of the Garou Nation. A mere cub can't join a tribe, but you've thought about each of them over the years. You think about…
The Black Furies, wolves who destroy those who prey upon the weak.
The Bone Gnawers. A tribe of survivors and secret-hunters, mistrusted by other Garou for their ability to survive anywhere, even in the urban wastelands of major cities.
The Children of Gaia, who seek harmony and reconciliation, only shredding through flesh and bone when no other choice is available.
The Hart Wardens, a tribe of laughing warrior-poets dedicated to the untamed beauty and grandeur of the natural world.
The Galestalkers. Tireless Wyrm-slayers, relentless Bane-hunters; patient and brutal.
The Ghost Council. Mystics and seekers, willing to fight the Wyrm using the Wyrm's own dark secrets.
The Glass Walkers. The future: techno-shamans and corporate raiders who pit the Weaver—the cosmic principle of order and machinery—against the depravity of the Wyrm.
The Shadow Lords: ruthless and pragmatic, as hard and cold as mountain peaks. The only werewolves with the courage to make the hard decisions and the brains to carry them out.
The Silver Fangs. Kings of the Garou Nation, once fallen to lethargy and madness, now looking for new blood.
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