A huge vibration is felt throughout the umbra. The shock is such that even those normally dense to spiritual matters could feel it. Yet even so only some seem to have felt its wave. A golden bird visits each champion only to vanish in the direction of the vibration. “Come” calls a soft voice sweet and lulling, but who does it belong to?
Our champions arrive to find a desolate place. The surrounding forest seems to be untouched as if nothing had happened, however upon venturing further towards the caren it had looked as if death itself had marked the place. Grass dried and blown away, the trees left were mere stumps and seemed charred, except one tree standing defiant in the center. A golden oak mostly intact, granted it looked like someone had tried pruning it. Poking among the remains of the burnt down structures was found a long sword. Upon further inspection it was revealed that this was one of the great ice swords forged by the fenrir. The fetish is occupied by the river spirit “cooling rivers” and became owned by a young Gurhal “Aksel von Hohenburg” which was quickly put to good use as the nuwisha “chases wind” brought a burnt and slightly deformed tainted cub. The cub named Peter had belonged to the previous sept and had gone through his first shift not two days prior. It seemed Peter did not have much information to give our party through he did lead them in the general direction where other survivors may be.
Taking the cubs lead he group headed north, to the west of the port town Gateshead. At the river bank there was a smell of taint, however upon calling for his pack-mates its apparent that they intend to hide themselves. That or they were killed mid howl. Having no further leads the group Tames-the-beast (Ananasi), Chases wind (Nuwisha), Aksel (Gurhal), Zeke(Bagheera), and the young peter heads into the town around mid day. The crowd quickly thickens as the group proceeds closer and closer market and become so focused that they soon lose their young charge Peter. Seeing it as its not in the Fera’s dna to fret over a wolf cub they left him to his own devices. So they set about their own tasks. The Nuwisha stepped over to the umbra in hopes to find more clues to the source of the destruction of the caren and the source of the terrible taint. Coming first into the marketplace he finds an unusual spirit lingering, a member of owls brood deaths breath. After some chatter the nuwisha makes a deal with the deaths breath and is soon within the fera for a lunar cycle.