Parking Lot- MoshupÂ’s Footprint [Entering by road]
Copper eyes watch from the darkness as a car pulls up and deposits someone new. The eyes wink out in the darkness, reappearing further up the road a moment later. Rainfall resists snorting at the acrid, sooty smell it leaves behind. She's used to it. In some ways, it's more normal to her than the myriad natural scents that close back in when it rumbles out of sight, red tail lights glaring like emergency exit signs.
Rainfall had been given leave to wander the area, scouting the visitors to the moot, of which the new arrival certainly was one. She had that aura about her. Garou. The vehicles were the real draw, though, the noisy motorcycles and the quieter cars - source of the hum that had been a constant in the back of her head since birth. That humans made the noise had been a given, but that the noise was caused by swift machines was new and fascinating. Still, one had to be hospitable. She had to make a good impression on behalf of Touches-the-Stars. If the new arrival is meeting the visitors, she should too.
A gray wolf, more silver than slate in the moonlight as she breaks cover, trots out at an angle to Breanna, coming toward the group around the motorcycles with a soft whine to announce herself, tail and ears low, tailtip wagging in an ingratiating, puppy gesture. Though on two legs now, these are all wolves, and much older and stronger, and revered guests. Rainfall isn't sure what she is in all this yet, not since the moonbridge landed her here some weeks ago, well outside The City.