[Word count: 890] For the_guardians .
Oni knew they were waiting for her before she'd so much as taken the stairs to her apartment, she just didn't know why. The pack's two philodoxes, Eyota and Nasir, had gone up to the Sept on the solstice to attend a kind of informal moot for half-moon's. No pack business, they assured her, and she'd taken their word for it. As she opened her door and saw them standing there, packed like canned sardines in her living space, it occurred to her that either something had come up during their visit, or she'd been deliberately misled.
"What is it?" she asked, cutting straight to the chase. Eyota looked the same as ever, but Nasir had his arms crossed over his chest and was rocking back-and-forth on his heels; He's hung around long enough for Oni to read his body language, and this meant the Half-moon strider was feeling antsy
"There's a rumor going around the Sept that you've killed a caern in central Ontario," Nasir told her, "Probably just some Wendigo stirring up trouble for you. It'll blow over."
"I never kill caerns," she said, with a dismissive shrug, ( "I just stop them from being born." )