Shortly after the Revel, and only a few hours before dawn,
the pack travels back through the forest toward the faint glow
of the caern fires, sheep's blood still fresh in your mouths.

You hear a deep growl and turn to see a huge black wolf
standing a 30 yards away. As it lopes toward you, the wolf
changes shape until a man stands before you. He is a slim man
dressed in leathers. He introduces himself;

"I am Anthius, and I speak for Chicago's Gangrel. I wish to converse with your elders."

As soon as he speaks his elongated eye teeth reveals his true nature. This leech is careful in not getting too close and waits patiently for your response.
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Sean stands poised to strike but signail to ryan via the telepathy that he awaits his response. I do this mentally and without letting on who our leader is until he chooses what to do.

...A LEECH decided to approach him, saying 'take me to your leader?'

"Whether his goal is to betray his own kin or not, we can be sure he means us no good. Stay on guard. Surround him if you can...stealthily. We don't want him getting away. For when he sees this pack in the war form, running away is exactly what he'll try to do."

Ryan fairly rolled his eyes.

"And you expect us to believe that? We weren't born yesterday."

(OOC:Sorry, GM, but I don't see how we let this guy live. There's nothing in the Litany in favor of even considering a truce. If there's something I don't know, cool, but as far as I can see, we should be ganking this guy on sight.)

"it may be wise to at least talk to him first we may get some useful information from him then again one of us will have to figure out if he is being truthful or not, im not saying take him to the elders but he may provide some use instead of the other option"

Marcus stopped stock still when he saw the blasphemous leech dared to mock them with the corrupt shapechanging the dead thing possessed. Again he was shocked at the Guardians of Raccoon Ring. Twice now, they had let creatures of filth come onto the Sept's holy grounds. His blood was still running hot from the revel, and it took a bit of self control to not launch himself at the creature.

Flames began to grow in Marcus's palms as he readied spiritual fire to fling onto this creature of death. His muscles tensed, bunched and ready to give chase to this soon to be truly dead thing.

OOC: I agree with Ryan. We just got sent to kill all the vampires, why would we not immediately attack?

Either way, using Sense Wyrm.

In reply to Sean Selmetzi (msg # 4):

"then we could do away with him afterward"