"Well, we'uns caught a Hyane the other day thievin and nosin around. Thought  mebbe that twas them, but then I sent my scouts over there and Chief Stick-up-his-ass said his'uns are in the clear and tried to kill ole Willis for makin an accusation. You know how he is." Pappy said, settling back in his lawn chair, a glass jar full of some kind of clear drink that was making his fur stand on end around his muzzle.<br/><br/>"Set" he indicated an old packing crate and a stack of old tires. Taryn sat on the crate. Let Raschen figure out how to manuvuer those tires. The Kyote leader put some herbs in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully before spitting on the ground,<br/><br/>"So, outside the tribes? Where, you reckon?" he asked.<br/><br/>"Your scout seemed to think the Grandmothers might have a tale about a Dragon or a snake that might provide some clues" Taryn ventured, keeping her eye on Raschen to make sure she wasn't overstepping.<br/><br/>"The Old Bitches do have some tales, butr all bitches have tail. We chase that alot here 'bouts." Pappy wheezed a laugh, slapping his knee.<br/><br/>Raschen waited until the leader had laughed himself out. The Kuguar smiled politely and then redirected the subject to the legends.<br/><br/>Taryn was irritated by the lack of focus this leader exhibited. If he was the leader, no wonder this group llved in such squalor. The Kuguar, in comparison were educated, cultured and refined.<br/><br/>"May we meet some of the Grandmothers who will share some of the legends with us? Right now, those myths are the only hope we have, no matter how flimsy that hope might be."