What will it be?…
Kakashi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to take everything Caller-of-rats had told him. The mans words seem to trigger something in him. He had to join the war of his own free will why did that sound so familiar? Ah yes, he said something along the same lines to Sakura back when Team 7 started there Chunin exams, but still when it was said to her and when it was said to him where totally different.
For her it was the exams for the next ninja rank.
For him it was saving the world, no matter how odd it sounded he knew there was no other way to put it. The wolf in him had awoken with a primal scream and then promptly clawed apart what he thought about the world. He had to take this few minuets to calm himself and really think this over. Was this all a shared? No, something deep in him told him it was true, so the Wyrm was a real and present danger.
And as a leaf ninja he could not let any harm come to Konoha.
Slowly Kakashi let out a breath that he did not even realise he was holding and opened his eyes. He had that look in his eye that made Caller-of-rat smile, a look that it rarely seen in the eyes of young Garou. Kakashi did not have to say anything, with a simple nod of the head he had his answer.
"Good, then lets keep moving we are not too fare now, when we get to the camp we will find out what Tribe you belong too and your Auspice."
"My what?"
"Auspice," Caller chuckled "it's the phase of the moon you where born under, how much of Luna's light that shone down on Gaia at the moment you where born is one of the primary factors of what your roll will be in Garou society, it all so determines how much rage you where born with as well."
"What Tribe and Auspice are you then Caller-san?" Sakura asked, keeping a friendly tone in her voice.
"Me? I'm from the Bone Gnawer Tribe; my tribe members keep the aperients of homeless people. As for my Auspice, I'm a Galliard, I was born under a Gibbous moon. For ever my roll will be as a lore keeper and story teller."
"And as you where born under a Gibbous moon you have a lot of rage?" the pink haired kunoichi asked, any fear in her had long gone, replaced by curiosity.
Caller nodded "Hai, but not as much as a full moon."
Sakura noted that Kakashi's grip on her hand slackened a bit, looking up at the sliver haired man she saw that he had that fare away look in his eye, like he would get when he was remembering about his old team-mates. She squeezed his hand firmly pulling him out of his self-endued daze.
"Are you ok Kakashi-kun?" she asked as Caller went on to talk about the 13 werewolf tribes.
"I'm fine all things considered but," he sighed "I can't help but wonder who my Garou parent was."
"It was your father," Caller interrupted, relishing that they where not lessoning to him, "There have only been 3 Garou born from shinobis, including you."
Truth be told. Kakashi did not how to react to that, to know that he inherited his fate from his father! How can one man influence his life so damn much?
The Copy-Nin was snapped out of this thoughts as the smell of smoke drifted on the wind, he could see up ahead through a brake in the trees the softly glowing golden hue of a campfire along side the sound of voices on the night's air, Caller-of-rats picked up his pace, almost joyfully jogging to the camp.
"Seer Sigh-of-snow will tell you all you need to know about yourself." Caller gave them a fleeting smile as he made his way around the trees.
Taking a breath to steady himself Kakashi felt Sakura tightened her grip on his hand to reassure him, he saw her smile out the corner of his eye, a somewhat fake and nerves smile. They where about to walk into a camp full of werewolves after all, even if they where extended family when you think about it. Another breath and the two shinobi set for would.
Five pares of eyes leered at the silver haired man and his pink haired companion. Man and women sat around the fire, there bodes muscular and bore many battle scars. Kakashi's keen ears could hear their hushed whispers.
"It can't be him?"
"No he went through the right of the winter wolf."
"But he looks so.."
Caller cleared this throat "Seer, I have brought our newly awakened kin and his kinflok friend."
"So I see Caller-of-rats." a light but somehow growling voice spoke from the far side of the clearing.
A tall werewolf wearing its Crinos forum stepped out from the shadows, its salt and pepper fur hung like shag from its oddly thin frame. The Crinos forum it the werewolf's war forum it seemed odd that this Garous forum had hardly any mussel mass, it looked old. Something that was highlighted by the cane it was leaning heavily on and its eyes, eyes that where completely white.
To the left of the old Garou was a small girl, no older then the age of ten. To its right walked a man who had to be no older then Kakashi. The men stood with a tall and regale presents, like a lord who was looking over commoners; his eyes locked onto Kakashi's and gave him a death leer. The copy-nins only gave him his normal half lidded stare back, more concerned with the old seer.
"My my Kakashi how you have grown." the aged wolf chuckled as it sat by the fire.
"You know me?"
"Yes pup, I was the one to bind the spirit to watch over you, I even had the honor of fighting side by side with your father."
"My father?"
"He was a noble warrior, a legend among us." Caller spoke with a soft tone in his voice.
"Maybe later Caller-of-rats will honor us with a tale about him at our moot, but now you are wanting to know about your tribe yes?"
Kakashi gave a slow nod.
"Normally a shaman like me would check the spiritual mark left on you at birth but as I was around when you where born I need not do such a thing, your tribe is the same as your fathers, you are a Shadow Lord."
The man to the side of the old seer let out a low growl at the silver haired shinobi.
"He is Talon Silverhart" Caller wisped to Sakura, "he is a member pf the Silver Fang tribe, the Silver Fangs are the ruling tribe of the Garou but are constantly being challenged by the Shadow Lords."
"So he sees Kakashi as a parental threat?" Sakura wisped back.
Caller-of-rats nodded.
"As for your auspice you where born under a new moon - a Ragabash."
Caller laughed " A Ragabash? Sorry but that has to be perfect for a shinobi."
"What do you mean?" Kakashi asked, eyebrow raised.
"Ragabash are trickster, assassins, they look underneath the underneath."
The old shaman stood up leaning on its cane to balance its bulk, the man and the small girl at its sides, almost worried that the old Garou would fall. Shuffling its aged forum around Sight-of-snow stood in front of Kakashi. Gently it cupped his face in its large clawed hand lifting his chin so they where looking eye-to-eye.
There was something in the seer's blind stare. It made Kakashi feel skinless. Boneless. Like it was looking through him like he was nothing but glass, fully transparent in the shamans sightless eyes, he left something stir deep inside of him, it was not his Rage. It felt more like his Chakra but it was different it felt..
More raw.
More pure.
It made him feel like he could claw his way through the fabric of this world and ascend to something more then what he was. Kakashi now knew the feeling of Gnosis flowing through his body. He is a being of flesh and spirit, of rage and resin.
"You have a heavy burden on you young one, you can not run in a pack s you are bound to your village, but you are not alone you have your kinflock friend here, and our spirit allies are always with you," the seer let its hand fall to its side, " now I have to fulfil a request made of me long ago."
Sight-of-snow raised its head to the night sky and let out a howl, the other pack members soon joined in as there individual voices mingled into one howl that sent a shiver down Sakura's spine.
"Let it be known that the Wyrm slayer Shingetsu no Kiba has been reborn."
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Meanwhile two black furred wolves padded into a forest clearing littered with blood and gore, a amused glimmer in there eyes and the looked over the mangled bodies of three men.
"Looks like they died of natural causes wont you say?" the first wolf growled.
"Yes, being around a Garou during his first change naturally ends ones life."
"I wish I could have seen the look on their faces."
"This will be fun brother, the pieces have been set." the second wolf chuckled.
"You speak like this is a game."
"It is, and that fool of a Shadow Lord could think he could get out of playing by taking his own life." the second wolf grinned.
"I just hope his son will be as much fun as he was."
"Oh he will be brother, he will be."