"Being Garou is not about asking questions. It's about keeping silent, doing what you're told, and keeping your head down."
Fuck that, Nate thought, if he didn't question, he might as well just kill himself right now. So, apparently showing that you have a basic intelligence is something that's frowned upon here. But, Nate guessed it was better he found this out when he did, than be kept in suspense and possibly make a much more embarrassing mistake later on.
So, they wanted him to be nothing more than a good little wolf that follows orders, doesn't ask questions, and doesn't cause problems. Fine, he could do that, at least while everyone was watching. Keeping silent, yeah, that he could definately do, it was the namesake of his tribe, after all. The Striders, heh, seems they were becoming more and more popular in the pack. First Theylvin, then Nate, now the new girl, the converted Spiral. Strange, Nate took a sort of liking to her. Perhaps it was because she had used to be part of the Black Spirals. Nate couldn't help but feel a strange sort of envy for her. She had seen things that he probably never would, no matter how much he wanted to. He could probably learn a lot from her, just by finding out what her past was like.
Still, though, the Spirals weren't the only source of information regarding this enigmatic 'Wyrm', there were other sources, no matter how unpleasant they may be. This 'Pentex' company, for instance. Nate had to smile at this. Here was something more hated to the Garou around here than the Black Spirals, and the pack was about ready to head back into their stronghold. Good, Nate had found some scraps of information on what had happened to him, to his mother, the first time they had tangled with Pentex, but that information had only inflamed his appetite.
He wanted more, he wanted a lot more. He wanted to know what happened to his mother, he wanted to know who was responsible for her death, he wanted to find him, and return the favour. More than that, he wanted to know about himself. He wanted to know what happened during those years his memory had gone blank. He wanted to know about the strange mark on his arm, the mark that only appeared during certain times...
Nate sighed. To the others, he would play his expected role, he would do as he was told and not ask questions when others were looking. But that didn't mean he wouldn't ask questions at all. There were answers close by, and getting closer. He was going to Pentex, and if he saw an opportunity to get those answers, no one, not Pentex, not the Spirals, not that Wyrm thing, not the sept, not even his pack, would get in his way.