"You know nothing!" the old woman snaps, her voice a tangled nightmare as it emerges from her muzzle. You try to ignore her and finish your whispered words. "You haven't learned fear, pup, that much is obvious. No wonder you keep failing."
Failing? Confused, you turn as Scarper—tall and lean and shaggy in his near-human form—stalks down the slope, bloody knife in hand, to stand beside the old theurge.
"I finished your work, idiot," Scarper says. "I finished the Bane."
"Clay tasked me with destroying the Bane. It's right there, dead."
"I'm not interested in your riddles, Scarper. Say what you mean."
"We're not done yet. People might be in danger if there are more Banes in town like this one. We need to investigate."
"There are more enemies than just this Bane. It might have allies among the humans. We need to…deal with them."
"I did what you demanded. Now you must acknowledge what I have earned." I am no longer a "pup" or a "cub." In victory, I am Garou.
"From what I know of Banes, killing the host body might not be enough. Should we look for signs that it escaped into the spirit world?"
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