The role of spirit-mediator normally falls to a pack's theurge, not one of its galliards, but Clay's theurge is…not always available. You will have to suffice. You have studied the rites and ways of the Garou; the only question now is whether the spirit world still hears you. Maybe it's true what they say, that the Apocalypse has already come and gone, killing the Earth's living spirit and leaving only mad ghosts. But you can't dwell on that now. You can only howl the words, and offer your sincere thanks for your victory this night.
Then you hear bitter, howling laughter carried on the ice wind. Not the spirits of this place: Clay's theurge. She squats atop a tree stump, a huge black wolf with corpse-blue eyes.
"Would you take my place, little usurper?" she whispers.
Clay moves in the shadows behind her, a looming and monstrous shape, over ten feet high. But where is the third of their company? Where is Scarper?
"I mean no disrespect, Black Tarn. I only want the spirits to know our work." This is what the Litany asks of me.
Let Black Tarn rage and snarl—I quietly finish my prayers, then turn to face her.
"If we can teach them to answer us again, maybe we can still win this war, Black Tarn."
These Garou are paranoid monsters. If the spirits are silent, maybe I can find regular people who can offer me what Clay's pack cannot.
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