You're no expert on Garou rites, but you know how power can linger. You also know what enchantment feels like, having spent so much time around Black Tarn and working in her garden. You re-lace your tall boots and hitchhike up to the Veterans Hospital. From there, you head into the woods.
Civilization disappears in less than five minutes. You can't even smell car exhaust. Squirrels leap from branch to branch. Crows and hawks cry overhead. The land is hilly and rough, the trees crooked. You move slowly, trying to concentrate on anything carried by the wind. There's something strange here in these woods, but you don't know exactly what. By midday, your intuition has uncovered a Garou glyph, faded to illegibility, but nothing else.
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