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Well, I caught sight of the Tiger and King Wolf out in the park. They'd just finished talking when I got there. Made a quick decision and followed the Tiger instead of the Wolf. Managed to pin down his Motel and dropped in. Made certain to keep an open window at my back. That man is a lot bigger then I am and he is a bloody CAT! I tried to pry some of the Fetish History out of him and was minimally successful. Seems it used to belong to the cats in Central America and they petitioned tall dark and stripy to get it back for them. He also guessed where the Fetish was and trundled off to get it. Not wanting it get involved in this squabble, I kept my yap shut and just went to work. I really hope that Raven doesn't decide to kick my ass over that one.
So, after the Fetish went poof, the Cat called me and gave me a run down of what happened. We passed some info back and forth. But basically, one of the wolves tried to stop him and got pretty fried in the process. Asked for a description of the wolf and it sounded like Mouse. So, when I had a chance, I gave her a call and yep - it was her. She did not sound terribly good. Ow! Now I feel like an ass. I filled her in on what I know and passed some messages between her in the Cat. It seems like they might be willing to actually talk this out. Oh good Gaia, I really hope this doesn't turn in to a blood bath. I did learn that the wolves had pulled the Fetish in question out of a Blighted area and that it had been there for a good long time. The Cat that was killed died because it jumped the wolf that recovered the thing. Huh. Anyway. Passed that tidbit on to the Cat.
On my way to work, I came across Mouse and Nick in the park. Stopped to check bases and man, Mouse does look like she has been through the deep fryer. We rehashed what had already been covered concerning the Fetish, with the odd extra tidbit thrown in. Somewhere in there I started talking about my old tricks using my mimicry. Fake wolf howls and low lying airplanes. Hee. Man, I must have had a death wish in those days, or something. But, that led to me learning that a Whippoorwill was the grand pooh-bah of Spirits that the wolves Ugly Cousins follow. Good to know! And then Salem showed up (He really does look older) and the feeling that I should be crapping my pants kinda went through the roof. So, I exited fairly quickly. I do hope that Nick tells them about Plasticorp. Not that the wolves don't have their paws full already.
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