Dina had been blessed or perhaps cursed from birth, for there were times when the dead ones of the spirit world became apparent to her. One could not be sure whether it had been her wolf blood or something else entirely…<br/><br/>However since her change under the crescent moon and her patronage of the death wolf, the one known as Kamdius-Ur her talents were more apparent. Still at least she had control over it now which was something rather useful for there were times when one did not wish to see spirits. Or the half world of shadow.<br/><br/>Something was niggling slightly though at the young woman, the sense of needing to belong, Anna had explained it to her, it was the need for pack, for without pack an Uratha  will become as nothing, as they loose touch with themselves.<br/><br/>The dragon wandered off it was a proud creature and had business to attend to. Slowly then the images from the hisil faded, though occasionally the woman caught a glimpse of a distant echo of the past, though they were not sentient beings. The others too were aware of the passage of the past within the confines of the place. The veil was weak here.<br/><br/>Marrianne turned to look at Shana, she curled her lip slightly and said, “Did anyone never tell yeah that yeah dress like a fuckin’ slapper. A dirty bloody…” It was then without warning Bleidd grabbed her he was fast and agile without further ado, as he apologised he dragged the girl out by her collar.<br/><br/>It was about that time that another three of the local pack came into the bar from upstairs. There was Anna and Sam, and also Amelia. The three were in deep conversation as they as they walked through the pub. They smiled at the new comers as they approached the bar and ordered drinks. Amelia watched Bleidd dragging out the young Uratha and chuckled. “Poor bugger has his work cut out.”<br/><br/>From the conversation it appeared that James was on his way and should not be long, and that he was with the other two members of the pack.<br/>