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[open] summer's turn is nigh

🧙 WHO: Robyn and YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: Various prompts, including quests (mostly animal-related ones).
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month of August
🗺️ WHERE: Around Camelot, in or around Broceliande
⚠️ WARNINGS: None; will add warnings if anything comes up.

A. Don't Treep, Man

[After the undead incident last month, Robyn resolves to help out with repairing the damage caused in the farmland. As such, she's been tasked with rounding up stray sheep and herding them back to their owner's farm. Robyn's never done shepherding before, but she's watched shepherds at work plenty of times and she has her animal magic to help. If you're in the farmland at all, you may see her at the back of a flock of sheep with a look of concentration on her face; she's using her magic to make sure the sheep go where they're supposed to without any of them breaking away from the group. When one of them starts to stray, she uses the shepherd's crook she borrowed to gently nudge it back into place.]

Stay with your friends, alright? We don't want you or anyone else gettin' lost again.

B. Invasive Species

[Robyn already spends a lot of time in the forest of Broceliande, and she was taught how to be a hunter, so this quest should be fitting for her. However, she's trying to focus more on getting the woodland creatures away from the lake and back into the woods, not wanting to disrupt the Carcinuses too much.

Unfortunately, she inevitably finds herself face to face with one, its scorpion tail pointed at her and snapping its claws menacingly. Robyn is firmly standing her ground, with her wolf familiar Rowena at the ready to defend her if need be, but her voice is still clearly nervous.]

Please...go back to the lake. I don't want to hurt you, but you should go home. You can't keep attackin' the animals.

[The Carcinus snaps its claws again, and all Robyn can hear with her animal magic is its overwhelming want for food, with no other logic behind it.]

Please, just go back...! [Robyn points her crossbow at the Carcinus. She's reluctant to kill an animal without the purpose of eating it, but if she has no choice...]

C. I'm Running with the Wolves Tonight

[Despite having to deal with problems on Broceliande, that doesn't stop Robyn from going there most days or nights in her wolf form, simply to enjoy herself. She'll never get over having her sense heightened and being able to run and jump much faster and higher than she could as a human.

On the off chance that you're in Broceliande at night, you may hear the sound of howling. Following the sound will lead you to two wolves calling out to any other wolves that might be in the area; one is golden and covered with markings, likely someone's familiar, while the other one is small and slender.]

D. Wildcard
[Feel free to hit up this post with any other scenarios!]

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[Since Robyn can't really talk to someone as a wolf if they don't have animal magic as well, she turns back into a human in a flash of gold. That'll probably make this easier.]

I don't know what that is, but I'm a Wolfwalker, not a werewolf.

[Even if her abilities are different here, she hasn't stopped considering herself one.]

The proper name for them is 'Garou', but I haven't seen that crossing over world-to-world. [He shrugs, not particularly bothered at all.] And they have in-between forms, too, so I'm sure they're not really at all the same except in the general wolf-human principle, but still!

So there are other people out there who can turn into wolves, then? Just with different names.

[Robyn remembers talking about something similar with Eustace, though she has yet to meet many people here who are like her in that way.]

Yup!

[Lazily, Morgan drops down to sit on the ground, arms resting on his knees. He was starting to feel way too tall. This ought to be more comfortable for all concerned.]

Not common by any means. It skipped me, after all.

[Well, Robyn's already short to begin with.]

That's too bad. Bein' a wolf is...well, it's different, but it's pretty amazin'.

I bet. Tell me about it?

[He likes hearing about this sort of thing, but moreover, hearing it from someone who isn't his sister or her guardian -- neither of whom really want to indulge him. Though Morgan doesn't regret not being a Garou, he does occasionally wonder what it would be like. Who wouldn't?]

It's great! You can hear and smell so much more as a wolf. You can see scents comin' off people and animals, too, so that makes them easier to follow. And you can run faster and jump higher.

[She's clearly becoming more enthusiastic the more she talks about it.]

[Yup. That's the stuff.]

Do you get wolf instincts at all?

Well, I can sort of feel sounds from far away through the ground. It's good for knowin' what's comin' towards you.

[So definitely not the 'primal urge' Garou talked about... and that made sense. As near as he could tell, she didn't have the in-between forms that Garou had as Gaia's Warriors, and considering her age her kind probably didn't have that burden at all. Much less complicated...]

Huh, that's interesting. Between that and cent you must have a really good idea of what's around you for quite a ways./

[Back home, Wolfwalkers don't transform so much as their spirits leave their bodies and become wolves whenever they fall asleep or unconscious, so there's no in-between whatsoever for them.]

I do, but it's somethin' I had to get used to. Before I got here, I was only a wolf once.

[She was actually brought here the first night she became a wolf.]

Well, for what it's worth, most werewolves I've heard of don't have their First Change until they're older than you. You got really lucky being able to do it here, too... though Avalon just seems to always have some deeper meaning to the seemingly-random stuff that happens.

[Like, everything they'd been through so far.]

Well, me friend Mebh back home...she's a Wolfwalker too, and I'm pretty sure she's younger than me. She's the first one I met, and she already knew how to be one.

[It probably helps that Mebh was basically raised around wolves already.]

I guess this place does know a lot of things about us already...I also have healin' magic, and healin' is somethin' Mebh could do, too, but I never learned how until I got here.

Is it something generally common to the wolfwalkers? Or is that asking too much about stuff you haven't had the chance to learn yet?

[Interesting that she'd met a younger one first! That definitely implied a much different social structure to them... and his questions just keep growing! Oh, on that note--]

Oh, but let me know if I'm diving in way too deep here, I'm not setting out to be annoying. Honest!

I don't really know. Mebh didn't tell me. But she does live with wolves already, so...

[There are times when Robyn wishes she'd been able to spend more time with Mebh learning how to be a Wolfwalker, though at least she's had more practice since she was brought here.]

No, I don't mind. Back home, I couldn't talk about this with anyone except Mebh. Everybody else would just think I'm tellin' stories.

I guess you must come from a pretty normal-ish world, then? No obvious supernatural things?

[Otherwise, this whole process is incredibly easy to buy. Werewolves are pretty much foundations of supernatural horror, after all.]

Well, I've heard stories about all sorts of things, like dragons and mermaids, but most people will just say they aren't real. But if Wolfwalkers are real, then maybe those other things could be real, too.

[At least, she hopes they are. She always has, even before learning about the Wolfwalkers and becoming one herself.]

My homeworld was like that, too. On the surface it seemed bland and ordinary, but tons of things were going on just below the surface. And they all wanted to hide, because people likely wouldn't react well to them.

Well, Mebh and her mother wanted to go somewhere safe from other people...

Though back home, I would have liked to meet a mermaid. Or a selkie. I've heard there are selkies here, too.

[Even if they apparently cause trouble here.]

There are! I've met one. I need to deal with them some more, so I'll keep you in mind. There's a ritual involved, we'll probably need help. [And she might be a very safe choice, unlikely to attract any Selkie mischief during it all.]

Really? I'd like to help, if I can.

[And see a selkie, of course. But she'd still like to help.]

[Oh, more than SEE selkies. They plan to do something pretty meaningful, after all.]

If there's any way, and I'm pretty willing to bet there's a way, you're in. I'll just let Caster know too.

Great! Just let me know if you need me for anythin'.

[Despite her age, she's fine with taking different jobs each month, especially if magical creatures are involved. It definitely beats having to work in the scullery day in and day out.]

...who's Caster?

She's a very good friend of mine. We did a quest that involved helping a selkie, a long time ago, and this whole project spun off from there.

[The question is, how much does she know about selkie lore? For example, the whole pelt thing...]

What did they need help with? They weren't bein' hunted down, were they?

[She knows about the whole "selkie's pelt gets stolen by a man who has her marry him" thing, though she's never understood why someone would put up with a situation like that.]

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