Brook raced through the woods to the meeting place, her ears flapping with each bound as she galloped over and around obstacles.  Claws raked the earth as she came to a single coast redwood tree with a massive trunk that towered over the rest of the forest.  Slowing down, she paced around it until she reached a crevice in it.  Walking into the crevice, Brook twisted through a short, somewhat narrow hall that opened up into a large chamber.  In the centre, there was a was a polished wooden altar.  The werecat leader leapt up onto it to await the others’ arrival.