Dominique is summoned to the Sept of the Morning's Glory. When she arrives, she meets Chloe Knife-Bright-Justice...
Chloe says "Greetings, Fostern Dominique. Those who travelled with your mother to the Atrocity realm have returned."
Dominique nods and asks, "What happened? What did they find?"
Chloe looks serious. "The pack which conveyed her to the Realm told me that on several occasions, she attempted to flee their company. However, she was eventually taken to the Atrocity Realm. Chloe says "There was some trouble within the realm itself - apparently Charlotte's mental state attracted a large number of banes. However, eventually they found the scene which you described." Chloe pauses briefly.
Dominique folds her arms over her chest, barely stopping short of a hug to hold herself together. "And...?"
Chloe says "Kendell Fitzsimon, who was the pack leader of the accompanying pack, confirms your description of events."
Dominique nods. "My mother's response to it? You make it sound like she didn't return..." Voice sounding hollow even to her own ears.
Chloe remains neutral. "Charlotte frenzied and fled the scene. After some... difficulty, Kendell and his pack managed to overtake and overpower her. When her frenzy faded, she remained in a catatonic state. Chloe says "They returned a week or so ago. Charlotte regained her sense of the world around her, in a way, yesterday morning."
Dominique draws in a breath, hands falling to her sides, "'In a way'? In what way isn't she herself?"
Chloe takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes. "Her delusions have deepened, not healed. She has lost her wolf, and believes that she never was Garou. She retains her memory of you, and explains her knowledge of this sept as a result of the associations between you and the sept, and you and herself. She also seems to be wondering when your father will return.
Dominique's eyebrows climb, "Ah..." It takes a moment or two for this information to sink in. "That is unexpected. Unfortunate." Shoulders sinking, she sighs, "To have lost her wolf is punishment indeed, though I suppose she doesn't recognise the loss."
Chloe shakes her head, but remains silent. After a pause, Chloe speaks again. "Technically, this journey was to find if the accusations you brought were correct, and was not of itself a punishment for her crime. 'Do not eat of Kin' is part of our Litany, and Charlotte has violated that law. Chloe pauses for a moment and then continues "It is debatable whether any punishment would be comprehended by Charlotte in her current state. It is also uncertain whether she will ever return to a state of mental balance.
Scruffing a hand through her hair, Dominique frowns faintly. "I think... I think her mind is punishing herself as it is, whether she realizes it consciously or not." You know those SilverFangs; mad as hatters. "Should she return to normal, then a re-evaluation could be in order."
Chloe says "There are other... aspects to the Litany that come into play here."
Somewhere, the background of Dom's mind declares that Chloe is the 'rip the bandaid off slowly' sort, "Oh?"
Chloe blinks. "What would you suggest is appropriate for Charlotte while we wait for an unlikely recovery.
Dominique feeds Chloe's question back to her, not having gotten the answer she wanted, "What other aspects of the Litany were involved?"
Chloe frowns a little. "The Litany says 'Suffer not your people to tend you in sickness'. To be frank, as the situation stands, Charlotte is a drain on our resources that I am unsure we can afford.
Dominique's head dips to the side, "She thinks she's not Garou. Let her live as kinfolk. What drain is that?"
Chloe says "I am not convinced that she is not a danger to the safety of this caern." She emphasises the last a little."
Dominique says "In what manner are you thinking Charlotte might be a problem?"
Chloe says "I am worried that she may have other delusions, and that she may accidentally reveal information she should not, or that others may play on her insanity if it becomes apparent."
Dominique walks a few paces away and then back again. Around in circles. "Mmm. I see your point. Restoring her memory, somehow. Banishment. Binding spirits of amnesia into her." Only a slight hesitation, "Death."
Chloe says "In a human sense, you would be ... responsible I suspect, for any decisions made if she was incapacitated." Chloe says "Death would be the final resort of course. But it may be an option."
Dominique nods briefly, returning to the other end of the scale, "Do the theurges believe there is any chance of forcing her memory to return?"
Chloe says "I don't believe it was considered for very long. You have a suggestion?"
Dominique considers, "If she has somehow managed to remove the memory entirely, perhaps the only thing to do is continue to wipe the slate clean. If it is there, but hidden, some kind of spirit of mental recall or cleansing might help. If not..."
Chloe looks at you with an odd expression. "mental recall? ... Your time amongst the other tribes has been spent in odd ways, I suspect. Chloe says "I do believe that she has hidden the memory." Chloe muses. "Perhaps it would be for the best to remove her memory, if possible, and let her begin again as a new Garou...."
Dominique half-shrugs, "I have dealt with spirits of memory in the past. Whether something suitable can be found to restore her memory, and if it will work as we desire..." She nods to your thoughts. "I would prefer to try to make her whole before making her anew."
Chloe looks at you. "Given the severity of her actions, I am not sure what action will be taken against her if she is able to understand those events. It is possible that if these.. spirits of memory can be dealt with, and her memory was removed, that the Sept would regard that as both cure and punishment.
Dominique mms softly, "Point taken. Would Charlotte be considered a burden to the Sept in that case? A new but old Garou?"
Chloe says "It would be a ... novel situation. I suspect that a Rite of Renunciation would be peformed at the same time, and that the two would suffice to wipe the slate clean." Chloe is obviously not sure it could be done.
Silence weighs while Dom considers the situation before finally saying, "Let it be done. Either way Charlotte dies," the term 'mother' having been dropped far earlier in the conversation, "this way she at least has a chance to work some good."
Chloe says "I will need to bring this before the rest of the Sept.... I will contact you when there is a decision made."
Dominique says, "When is that likely to be?"
Chloe says "A day or so. If you wanted to remain at the Sept?"
Dominique nods, "I think that would be best." What she has started she must now follow through. Ah, the double-standards and glorious inflexibilities youth applies.
Dominique goes and speaks to her mother while Chloe takes this suggestion to the other sept elders. Dominique's conversation is strained and somewhat painful. The Sept elders agree, once the Master of the Rite has discussed with Dominique exactly what she intends to do. It takes a few days, as what she proppses is not part of the normal Silver Fang relationship with spirits. The Rite of Renunciation will also be cast on Charlotte's behalf, and she will be given the auspice of an Ahroun, in many ways the simplest auspice. It is decided to remove her memory entirely.
When the spirit of memory is summoned, it proves unwilling to destory Charlotte's memories. Instead, it proposes to transfer them to another. Dominique volunteers, and Chloe looks concerned, but agrees. Dominique takes the hand of the spirit and is flooded with all of her mother's 40 years of memories. For a time, she is confused and overwhelmed.
At the moot, the day after, Celeste Cleansed-by-Moonlight is presented to the Sept, and Dominique is honoured by the Garou name Shoulders-the-Burden. She is also presented with an eagle feather fetish - when activated, all will know the truth of the words she speaks.
Dominique leaves her obviously confused Sept mates at speed and runs towards the Grim Fortress where Marianna is waiting for her. She is passed by 6 knights going the other way - 2 break off and escort her into the castle and across the drawbridge which raises. The Lady Marianna meets her in the castle and once Dom has freed the Elder Fae from that nasty steel box, she takes the fetish. She suggests that one of her nobles, a Lord Umture take Dom to her rooms and makes sure she is comfortable. Dom asks after her pack and Marianna says that they will be admitted when they arrive.
Umture leads her around the Castle, and is polite and elegant. Dominique settles into her rooms, and continues her tour. There is a commotion at the main gate as they leave one of the beautiful ice-towers of the castle...
Eccles says "Its Friday night (NYE). Tuesday you got a visit from Thomas, asking about a picture of Mathias." Eccles says "Wednesday you spent some of the day checking up on Patricia. She seems to have dropped back into a mostly normal life, but there is some lingering weirdness about her. She didn't go to school for the rest of 1999 - her parents thought it would be better to keep her close for a while." Eccles says "She hasn't grown any more, but her very odd experiences left her a bit skittish. She spends some time alone every day... Would you have tried to approach her or just watch from a distance?" Dominique says "Just watch: she never seemed too keen on the garou after her scarring experiences earlier." Dominique says "How pregnant am I? (I can't keep track of these things ;)" Eccles chuckles. "Not very. It probably doesn't show yet. Eccles says "About 2 months or so. If you were any normal garou, you'd still have another month or so before you needed to be a bit more careful changing forms. Given that's not an option still, you're just an extremely healthy woman in first trimester" Eccles says "Its been a month since you were killed, and most of the damage has healed. you're still a little easy to get out of breath and you have some impressive scarring" Dominique says "Fear me for I am scarred. Don't fear me for I'm not very rageful." Eccles grins. "Basically. Eccles says "There's nothing particularily urgent happening at Rippling Waters - no Dancer infestations out here - so everyone is fairly laid back at the moment." Dominique is sure she had a particularly wonderful family Christmas, inside her own head. "Plenty of time for vegging out, checking on the trees she planted a while back, boning up on spirit lore and other exciting things." Eccles says "A few members of the Sept here aren't particular interested in the Xmas thing, so you probably got to spend time with them - as opposed to the ones with sprawling Catholicish families across the countryside" Eccles says "On Thursday, you get invited to a New Years Eve bash with some of the Garou and Kinfolk from Rippling Waters, in Koroit (about 5kms away)." Dominique says "Sounds peachy. Full of Fianna-brewish-goodness, I hope!" Eccles says "That's the plan. Catherine Lie-thrower (Master of the Challenge and master brewer) has been busy for a few months making brewish goodness." Eccles says "On Friday, about 7 o'clock, Gillian Battershill comes around to pick you up. She's a bit early, so while you're getting ready she lounges about."Gillian says, "FiHoAh2, member of Spear of Tulu, and the person who invited you to her party :)" Gillian says "Hope you won't be too overwhelmed tonight. It won't be all my family there, only the bouncy younger ones." Dominique's head peeks around the door as she buttons up her top, "I'm sure I'll cope. I've seen enough things to make your hair curl, so a party filled with bouncy young fluffballs should be a piece of cake, right?" Gillian grins. "Well, it will be kids from about 15 to adults about 40 or more. Some of them will fade as the night goes on I guess.... um. You'll get questions about being pregnant. Well, a bit. From the less clued in family I guess. Dominique's head vanishes and there's the sound of coathangers rattling. At least two of them. A muttered complaint about 'nothing to wear' before she responds, "Well that will be nice for them. Perhaps I should make up some outrageous story so I can justify all their gossip." She reappears: black pants, green top, shoes. Clothing, really. Gillian smiles. "Its not quite like that. More... well, motheringly. I keep getting nagged into having a kid, or at least remonstrated at about it. I guess they just want to spread the fun. Gillian's phone rings. Gillian answers her phone with a faint frown. "'Lo? Yeah... um... Gillian goes to say something three or four times, but stops. You can hear faint noises at the other end. Gillian rolls her eyes at you. Dominique frowns faintly, lifting a brow in enquiry. This leads to interesting wrinkles on her forehead. Gillian says "Well, I'm nearly there, can't someone.... right. Yeah." Gillian says "How about Andy? ....... Ha figures." Gillian sighs. "Hang on a moment." She looks up at you. "Would you mind if I dashed off for a bit to handle some family stuff? I won't be more than 45 mins... Dominique ambles about, pocketing her keys, money. "Sure thing. I'd offer to help but..." She trails off with a shrug. Gillian says "Its probably safer not to get involved." She removes her hand from the phone. "Yeah, I'll be there in 20 or so. See ya."" Gillian gets up and grabs her keys. "Seeing as I have to go into town, do you want anything to drink or whatever? Dominique says "Not beer. Some Strongbow?" Gillian says "I can do that. I'll grab it on the way back. See you shortly!" Gillian heads out the door to her ute. Dominique is left to foodle about the house. She foodles. StoryTeller says "Tis indeed a theurge moon." StoryTeller says "Time drags a fair bit while you're waiting. You look up, convinced its been an hour, when its only been 30 minutes. Occasionally you can hear people partying or driving past and making whoop noises - being the NYE before 2000, its kind of popular and busy" Dominique pokes at her hair with a brush, peers at the time, ponders then discards the idea of calling the pack to wish them a happy New Year's, figuring they'll be busy partying. Bored, she peers into the Umbra, just because. StoryTeller says "The umbra is pretty much as it usually is, although you suspect that you're starting to have an impact on the umbral reflection of the cottage." StoryTeller says "1 hour....." Dominique fidgets, peers out the window, contemplates changing her outfit. Peers at the time. Surely nothing would have happend, right? It's been quiet for ages, right? She's probably held up at the bottleshop, right? Surely... StoryTeller says "You're fairly sure that the sept would let you know if there was something wrong. The caern really isn't that far away and they have emergency flares for when things get really bad (if, not when. Really!)" StoryTeller says "1 hour 15..." StoryTeller says "1 hour 25..." Dominique flops onto the couch. Stares at the ceiling. Admires the cobwebs. Checks her watch. Glares at the door. Mutters to herself. A clock, left here as part of the furnished cottage, bongs out 9 mournful tones. Dominique sighs explosively and gets up. She heads to the phone and calls Gillian's mobile. StoryTeller says "It rings for a few moments and then is answered...." Gillian says "he o?" Dominique says "Gillian! Dom here. Where are you?" Dominique keeps it simple. Evil mobile reception. Gillian says " um's. Sorry abou is. I'll possible." Dominique presses a finger to her free ear, as if this might magically somehow make Gillian easier to be heard, "About how long will you be?" Gillian says "30 minutes >beep beep beep<" Dominique frowns, drops hte phone back onto its cradle. "Crap." The rest of the world is out partying while she gets to watch paint dry. When it's already dry. The silence is deafening. ...but slowly you can make out sounds from further away. Music. Fireworks. People having fun. Dominique-just-call-me-Cinderella ponders other ways to get to the party. Perhaps she could walk. StoryTeller says "Walking isn't beyond the bounds of possibility. Its probably a 45 minute walk." StoryTeller says "Normally a taxi would be an option, but probably not tonight." Dominique ponders if she has any other mobile numbers for other people to give her a lift. (Dominique to StoryTeller Dominique) The roll is: 2. 0 matches vs diff 5. No. Nobody available for a lift. 9:15pm Dominique lifts up the phone again and redials Gillian, mind made up. Gillian's phone rings once or twice and then clicks... "Hi, you've called Gillian, I've probably let my phone run flat again. Leave me a message, or call home. Catchya Dominique leaves a message, "Hi, It's Dom. I've decided to walk. It's 9.15, I should be there by 10. See you there!" That done, she scribbles a note and stickytapes it to the front door. StoryTeller says "You should be there by 10ish if you head off now." Dominique gathers up a jacket and heads on out. StoryTeller says "As you head down the path to the front gate (a small fence of wooden posts), you can see a guy standing next to his car looking a bit lost. He looks up when you come out and walks a bit down the path towards you." Dominique says, "Does he look familiar? And I'm guessing I can't smell too well in homid." StoryTeller says, "No, not really. Legs, arms, the usual. Nope, no sense of smell" Rumpled guy says "Scuse me miss, I seem to have got a bit lost..." Rumpled guy stops about 3 metres from you. "Um, I was looking for the turn off to Koroit? Rumpled guy says, "Make a per+alt roll?" (Dominique to Rumpled guy Dominique) The roll is: 1 1 2 3 5 8 8 8 10(9). 3 (+1) matches vs diff 5. Dominique admires those 1s. Rumpled guy says, "Lookit those ones :)" Rumpled guy says, "You notice that he's dress kind of warmly for what has been a fairly balmy day (about 25 deg)" Rumpled guy says, "Roll wits+altertness, diff 8 :)" Dominique smiles noncommitally, "Going to the ... a big party there?" (Dominique to Rumpled guy Dominique) The roll is: 1 2 4 4 5 5 10(5) 10(3) 10(7). 2 matches vs diff 8. Rumpled guy says "No." He sort of steps back and swings a sawnoff shotgun out from under the jacket he was wearing. "Its silver" Dominique says, "Anyone else nearby to see a weird guy waving a shotgun around?" Rumpled guy says, "Not in your immediate vision. You're more or less at the end of one of the backstreets." Rumpled guy says "I suggest you don't make any false moves. I know what you are, and I know what you can do. I won't think twice if you step out of line" Dominique musters the 'I'm humoring a freak' look. She's more used to seeing it on other people's faces, but it's worth a try, "Uhh... I don't know what you're talking about, but... What do you want? Money?" Rumpled guy says "Don't fuck with me." A tick starts up in his eye. "I know about Rourke, and I know about you. Come on." Rumpled guy he backs out the path and onto the footpath, jesturing with the gun. Dominique follows slowly. Damn silver. Damn lack of rage. "Rourke? I haven't seen him in ages. What do you want?" Rumpled guy says "Yeah, he just disappeared. Funny that. Funny how you all just disappear. Go to the back of the car." He jestures with the gun again, not enough to aim it away with you, just enough to point at the white van in the street. "Go to the back and open it." Dominique says, "Do I still have a mobile phone?" Rumpled guy says, "Roll a dice for luck." (Dominique to Rumpled guy Dominique) The roll is: 6. 1 matches vs diff 5. Rumpled guy says, "Ya, but its ina bag. Not easy thing to get to. And this guy looks nervous and a bit trigger happy." Dominique edges vanwards, keeping an eye on the gun and the guy. She peers in the window before fumbling with the opening mechanism. The windows are actually whited out, so you can't see in. The van is a recent registration, Victorian. Rumpled guy tries to decide on a way to convey information. "The latch is open" Rumpled guy says "Open it and get in." Dominique contemplates complaining that it's jammed, but pushes not her luck and opens the door she does. Gets in she does. Dominique makes a mental note of the reggo. Rumpled guy approaches a little. The inside of the van is not reassuring. Bolts have been fitted to some of the struts, with twisted wire cable leading off them, which in turn leads to handcuffs. Rumpled guy says, "cool." Rumpled guy says "Take the ones on your right. Put them around you feet." Dominique scowls, making a mental note of the Rumpled Guy, already starting to think up creative ways to disembowel... to get someone /else/ to disembowel him. Sullenly she does as told. Rumpled guy says "Ok.. now the other pair. Put them on your wrists." Both pairs are fairly solidly attached to the car, without much slack in them at all. The second pair, however, have silver wire bound around them as well. Dominique says, "Well that's gonna sting. What are the odds of faking putting them on, without actually locking them?" Rumpled guy says "Its going to be /very/ uncomfortable. You could give it a shot...they're not toy ones though. They look fairly serious. They've also been scuffed up or had soemthing done to them so they aren't reflective, or not in big enough pieces to let you step..." Dominique dances on the crumpled body of the rumpled guy. Yay, I'm free. Suicide saves the day. "Allrighty. What else in the van looks remotely shiny, if anything (struts, rear-vision mirror)? I'll start putting the cuffs on, but I don't wanna actually lock them, if it can be at all avoided. And if I can wangle getting my shirt sleeves between the silver and my skin, that'd be nice too. Greedy, that's me." Rumpled guy grins. "Nothing immediately apparent seems reflective. In fact, the mirror in the car has a cover on it. Roll dex + subterfuge, diff 7 (Dominique to Rumpled guy Dominique) The roll is: 2 2 5 5 7 8. 2 matches vs diff 7. Rumpled guy coughs as he rolls 5 successes for the guy to notice... Rumpled guy says "Don't fuck me about! You want to spend the rest of your life without legs, that's your choice! Lock the fucking things!" Dominique repeats the oh-so-expressive 'Spud'. Rumpled guy favours 'bother' at the moment :) Rumpled guy looks fairly pissed off and is jesticulating at you with the shotgun wildly Dominique winces, throwing up a vague wish for Mikal's 'Resist Pain' as she snaps the suckers shut. Do not upset the feral with the gun. "Where are you taking me?" Fidget, delay. Every minute might bring Gillian closer. If she's lucky. The touch of silver is like having metal taken straight from the fridge placed on your kidneys. Its very very squirmy. Rumpled guy says "McDonalds. I thought you'd like to kill a few more children." Rumpled guy comes closer once he's satisfied that you're locked in. He puts down the shotgun carefully and pulls a knife. He pulls out some duct tape. Dominique says, "How close is he to teeth which bite? And how much can I move legs/arms to kick shotgun away/kick him?" Dominique's eyebrows climb, "Kill children? What are you talking about?" Genuinely indignant. Rumpled guy says, "You're at a really awkward angle in the van - sort of front left to back right lying down. Kicking is limited to about 6 inches. He's put the shotgun down /outside/ the car." Dominique quoth, "Bugger." Rumpled guy pulls off some of the tape and cuts it with the knife. "Don't play innocent with me, you fucking monster." He waves the knife at you. "Also silver. I'm not sure how fast you'd bleed to death, but I suspect it will be long enough for me. So if you want to keep your guts on the inside, don't move a muscle. Rumpled guy steps up into the van and kneels down across your abdomen. Don't move a muscle. With silver wrapped around each wrist and a big smelly lump kneeling on her unborn child. Dom's teeth grind, stomach tense. Rumpled guy leans forward and goes to put the strip of duct tape across your eyes. Dominique says, "Does his knife look silver?" Rumpled guy says, "Hard to tell. If there wasn't the silver around your wrists, you might be able to sense it. It looks like /something/ has been done to it, but at the base its a normal knife (like you'd buy at aussie disposals." Dominique says, "I take it he's still got his knife in the other hand?" Rumpled guy says, "Yep, in his right hand, and sort of pinching the tape with that hand." Rumpled guy wraps the tape half way around your head, and slaps down the end in a non-gentle sort of manner. Dominique is left to glare against the back of her eyelids. How's she meant to inventively step now? Some New Year's Eve this is turning out to be. You hear him move around a bit, and then wrap something across the bottom half of your head. "Open your mouth." Dominique musters a piss-poor excuse for a growl before opening her mouth. Do not repeat the sins of the mother and bite the human, tempting as it seems. Rumpled guy giggles. Rumpled guy stuffs a cloth gag in your mouth, and then ties it fairly tight. You can still breathe, but its not much fun. You hear him get out and close the back of the van, and then the front door open. Dominique starts chewing on the cloth. Tasty delicious tearable cloth. Oh for wolf teeth and claws and Crinos strength and size and biting and tearing and munching and crunching. Bother, said pooh. The van starts up and moves off... Rumpled guy giggles again. "First there's the oohing and the aahing, but then there's the running, and the yelling and screaming... Dominique laughs. ;) The van makes a number of turns and then it sounds like he's moving out onto the highway. Rumpled guy says, "roll per + primal urge, diff 9" (Dominique to StoryTeller Dominique) The roll is: 4 6 7 7 9 10(10(6)) 10(10(2)). 3 (+2) matches vs diff 9. Dominique works on memorising the noises/directions of where she's getting dragged to. StoryTeller says, "Oo. Ok, you can pretty much tell that he has moved out of Killarney via the back routes and thenonto the highway, heading towards Melbourne." StoryTeller says "The trip is interminable. Faint rumbling from the wheels below you, silver slowly feeling like its burning or freezing your wrists, mouth dry from the gag." Dominique kicks, trying to tear free the cuffs from the strut. She bites, trying to get rid of the cloth. She even works on trying to dislodge the nasty tape around her eyes: free eyebrow waxing, dahling! Maybe this'll help distract from the silver. Bored, scared, angry, frustrated, downright terrified. She's a big scary garou, dammit. Excessive strugging get you punched in the head, and a growl to cut it out. The cuffs are very well anchored, but you can manage to soak the gag and chew it enough to move it to one side - you could probably yell as coherently as you can in crinos now. You'd guess that he has swung north (spidey sense) as he's come through Warnabool and along the Hamilton highway. Hours pass... Dominique rather suspects that yelling won't achieve much right now, so she satisfies herself with the petty victory of being able to swallow without choking. C'mon Gillian. Questing Stone. Come find me. Pleeeeeeaaaase. StoryTeller says, "roll wits + primal urge" (Dominique to StoryTeller Dominique) The roll is: 1 1 2 2 2 4 5. -1 matches vs diff 5. Dominique chokes and dies on her own curse. StoryTeller sighs. "Ok..... Dominique says, "Any chance of mindspeaking the pack? The totem? The police? I'd settle for Sullivan Dane." StoryTeller says, "Hours and hours and hours go past. Panic comes and goes, and then depression - if only you could rage now...." It must be coming up to dawn when you can start to feel the pack by the Kanau link.... Dominique hollers through the link, "Pack? Paaaaack. Heeeelp meeeeeee!" StoryTeller says "You suspect that its only a vague emotional link - you can't hear them, but can feel a sense of rising panic. As you get closer, it starts to resolve itself into coherent thought.... what's the first message you try and get through to them? :)" Dominique says "Kidnapped by a mortal who /knows/."
Waking up early, Dominique hears Melissa's voice in her head. Mel asks if Dom would take her out to speak to Kanau - she really doesn't want to do it in front of all the other guys. Dom agrees and they sneak off, leaving a note.
The two of them travel out to near Mt Macedon, and move into the Umbra. Dominique summons Kanau, who arrives fairly quickly. Melissa asks him about releasing her from the pack, because she is obviously not part of their greater destiny. Kanau says that Melissa does not have the something that is nothing within her, that is true. However, "they also serve who stand and wait" - not all the pack is needed for the same tasks, and the path that some of the pack walk is not for all. Dom asks about her task, and Kanau says that she has her own tasks, but they may not necessarily also lie with the rest of the pack. He seems to sense that this is important to the two Garou, and puts forth that what he senses is that they still both have a connection with the fate of the Bunyip and the Dreamtime, but it may not be tightly interwoven with the others of Holistic Approach.
Intriguing, what? Melissa asks if this means she should leave the pack, and Kanau suggests that he does not know if she should leave, but that she could. He knows not the future precisely, nor does he know more than he knows at any given time - it is his nature to respond to the moment and guide the pack, but it is their free will that shapes what is to come. They thank the enigmatic spirit, who returns to the sky.