The wail of a howl sounded nearby. As one of the lupus guarding the caern, it was the responsibility of Lucas to deal with it. He was the closest to the newcomer, who had already identified himself as a strider. The visits were coming more often, this one seemed particularly urgent. With his nose in the air, Lucas tasted to see if he knew this garou. He couldn't tell this far out, all he could smell was Fianna. With a huff, Lucas shook himself off and trotted in the general direction the howl came from. Once within sight, he didn't recognize the lupus right off. Striders were always courteous of territory and this one was no exception. After staring out from the tree line and studying the strider, Lucas stepped out and showed himself. If the message was as important as he made it sound, it was probably a good idea to let him pass into the caern. Lucas stared at the strider for a moment before turning around and walking toward the caern. A flick of his tail signaled that he was allowing the strider to travel to the caern.

Just as he turned around, Lucas caught the scent of blood and darkness. The Black Spiral Dancers were the only ones that smelled that way. There was another scent on the air. Smoke? Was that female from the Get back again? The only time those three mixed was when she was around. She was probably headed toward the caern to try again to get them to fight. Lucas rolled his golden eyes. The elders were too proud, once they made a decision, it would take a miracle to get them to change their minds. Lucas didn't care either way. War wasn't in him, all he wanted was to read and listen to music. Being a Lupus born Galliard was difficult. As a Lupus, he was more naturally inclined to protect territory. But as a Galliard, it was all about lore and the howl. He sighed, it didn't matter. There were more important things afoot.

Lucas heard yet another commotion. It was by the pond. The familiar scent Fianna caught his attention, however he didn't seem to know this one. The scent drifted along with that of the Black Fury. He knew the Black Furies were allies, but in this day and age, one couldn't be too careful. Time to check it out!
Lucas travelled swiftly, though not at his full stride. He knew any Fianna could take care of themselves, so there was no rush and it wasn't long before he arrived. He was and wasn't surprised by what he saw. Two Black Furies, one was a Metis. Lucas wrinkled his nose, he didn't much like metis. Neither did his tribe. He was less offended than most, and he found it brave that the woman he saw with it would bring one here. He stayed in the shadows for the most part, but he was up wind now and they would smell him soon enough.