It's cold when you wake up, like winter is creeping through the walls to caress your lips and neck. You shake off the scratchy blanket.
Great Gaia, the smell: waffles.
You eat until you physically can't contain another waffle, but you know you have work in this town, so you tighten your hoodie and step out into the ice wind. The director, Rick, watches you with quiet hatred as you leave. You shouldn't come back here.
Increasingly worried about your future prospects, your thoughts turn to tomorrow night—and not freezing to death. What if you're caught out here again? You know how to seek shelter in the wilderness—you think back to what your pack taught you shortly after your First Change.
Clay knew how to cultivate relationships with regular (if strange) people and to rely on them.
Scarper was always deadly serious, and knew how to survive however he could, whatever the cost.
Black Tarn knew that Garou and spirits could point you toward safety, if you respected their ways.
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