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With new crewmates come new scents, and One-Leaf-Ear is taking time out to investigate the said scents-and see if any of the newest members of the ship are...interesting. She wanders along a corridor, nose to the ground, ears pricked forward as she snuffles, pausing to sneeze loudly and she her head, ears flapping.

"Apes," she grumbles to herself, flicking her ears back momentarily. "All apes." The wolf sits to scratch at herself, ears going forward again as she waits and watches. Someone has to come by eventually, don't they? Perhaps she'll learn more about the as-of-yet unseen newcomers that way.

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Well, isn't this interesting. Yeah, organic ship thing. Wooo. Still, time for Tony to explore and find out what he can. Hey! Maybe he can somehow find a way out of here. The Philodox is idly playing with a cracked mirror as he comes around the corner.

Oh. Hey.

A wolf. Hi, wolf. He does not seem unduly alarmed by this.

One-Leaf-Ear stands back up as Tony catches her eye and nose both, keeping her ears forward and her tail in a neutral position. "You are new, ape," she comments idly as she steps closer to get a better sniff. "Are you strange like the rest?"

It's talking. In Wolf-Speak. Tony blinks and shakes his head in amazement, taking a step forward, "No way... no fuckin' way."

"The ship-spirit translates, if that is what you are surprised at," she explains, her tone flat. "Who are you, ape?"

Tony actually laughs and then bows from the waist with a grin, "Plays-in-Traffic, Cliath Philodox of the Bone Gnawer Tribe, at your service."

The Talon huffs in surprise, her tail wagging a little. More Garou? Granted, a Bone Gnawer, but another Garou? "This one is One-Leaf-Ear, Cliath Ahroun of the Red Talons."

She then throws her head back, howling, "Bone Gnawer! Bella, a Bone Gnawer! Another Garou!" It's directed for Bella's ears, but anyone else in earshot should hear it just fine.

"I COME! I COME!" an answering howl sounds out, and within minutes a young grey wolf comes galloping up. She's wearing, strangely enough, a podsuit. It looks odd on a wolf.

Bella arrives, slowing to a trot before she stops near Leaf and Plays, wagging her tail and tongue lolling. She's evidently in a good mood.

"This one is Bella, Ahroun, Cliath of the Get of Fenris," she tells him brightly. "You are homid?"

Plays looks amused, folding his arms across his chest with a grin and a nod, "Yeah, that'd be me. Plays-in-Traffic, Philodox and Cliath of the Bone Gnawers." A pause while he considers the fact that now he has two Ahrouns, one a Talon and the other a Get, to deal with. He sighs, and then grins again, "At least I'm not totally alone on this ship. Good to see other Garou... although shouldn't you be a bit more discreet? Veil? All of that hiding stuff? Don't tell me your elders didn't teach you."

He glances at Leaf, "Well, maybe they didn't teach you. No offense."

This is his Philodox face.

"Ow. Eardrums hurting. But yay, more Garou!" Wags says, walking from around the corner.

"Wags-Tail-a-Lot, Cliath Ragabash of the Bone Gnawers."

Plays is huffed at again by One-Leaf-Ear, who lays her ears back. "My elders taught me well. But things are strange here. The apes do not act right-there is no Veil. No Delirium."

She trots over to investigate Wags, her ears and tail up. "This one One-Leaf-Ear, Cliath Ahroun of the Red Talons," she repeats, in case he wasn't close enough to hear before.

Bella snorts. "This world is not home. The two-legs here can hear us speak in Garou and Wolf. Their pack looks for ways home. I follow," she says simply.

"Hello," Bella greets Wags. One of her packmates was a Gnawer Ragabash. Annoying as all get out, but clever as hell. She wonders whether he'll be the same.

"Great. Get and Talon Ahrouns and there's no Veil. I'm already getting a headache."

"Sheesh, calm down. At least there's Garou an' we're not stuck here by our lonesomes."

He turns his attention back to the other two, "I dunno. Still think we should avoid that kinda thing."

Wags gets snorted at, but Leaf pricks her ears up as she looks to Plays. "Using warform and making ourselves known has made the leech frightened and unable to do much," she offers. "We are not allowed to kill it until it does something, but it is aware that we are waiting."

Oh, in all the excitement Bella forgot about the leech.

"Yes! Leech! There is a leech," she says, redundantly, flattening her ears and wrinkling her muzzle as she thinks about it. "It is pale, and smells of death. But this is the only enemy I find here. Others are lost. They say there has been battle, though."

This, naturally, is very relevant to her interests.

"Fun." Whether the sarcasm is aimed at the fact that there's a vampire here or the battle, only Wags knows. It's probably both though.

"Oh, great. Vampires. Fuckin'. Vampires. I hate this leech bastards... think they own the fuckin' city..." Plays trails off into muttering and then shrugs with a final grumble, "At least we're all together, right? We have a plan or anything? Personally, I'd like to keep my werewolfyness between us, just for now. Give us somethin' they don't know about."

"Me personallY? I don't really give a crap whether or not anyone knows If I'm Garou or not. I mean, you guys" He looks at pointedly at Bella and One-Leaf-Ear, "didn't just get break the Veil, you tore it down, ripped it into tiny pieces, and then PEED on it. Keeping my furry half secret isn't entirely necessary at this point, and I'm willing to bet we're gonna have to go all caniney at some point before this all over."

One-Leaf-Ear snorts at Wags, laying her ears back. "The Veil does not work correctly here. Attempting to maintain it is of no use-as is attempting hide the fact that you are Garou. Having the apes know it may make them easier to deal with."

"I dunno. It might come handy for them to not know about one of us," he shrugs, "Just a suggestion. None of us are really packmates here, so none of us is the alpha or man on top..." He pauses and then grins, "Hey! We can actually pull off a democractic Garou society!"

Bella considers. "Maybe it is wise to hide. I think we can trust the others in this human pack, but then there is the leech. There may be more like him. If we have something they do not know about it would make it harder for them to fight us."

This is some remarkably clear planning coming from her.

"Exactly. Can't hurt to have someone they don't know 'bout. Like the way you think, chica," Tony grins and scratches at his hair, "I think I can blend in pretty good, you know? Not gonna suspect me of bein' a werewolf or nothin' if I don't tell 'em, right?"

"Unless something forces you to go all hairy." Wags points out.

"You may have to," she agrees, twitching an ear. "The apes have fought things here already. Attacks may happen again, and it is idiotic to force yourself to fight in homid."

"But even if he is forced it is still an advantage," Bella points out. "Only one time. But that one time, the foe will think he fights a human and not a Garou. Such a mistake will end him."

Plays flashes a toothy grin, "'zactly. That's one dead enemy there. Better then them knowin' and bringing silver or some shit."

"Good point. Not an option with me though. Ny fetishes are going to be pretty good clues to what I am if anyone else on board has decent amount of knowledge about Garou."

"Perhaps we should stay quiet about you," she says, twitching an ear in Plays' direction. "That way you will still have your surprise." One-Leaf-Ear glances to Wags. "The leech may, but I do not know. None of the apes know much about us."

"It is almost funny," says Bella thoughtfully, then she is a little more grim. "But there is no respect. They will be taught," she decides. "But in time. So yes, for now Plays is not Garou." She nods.

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