A Room with a Garou

Caratacus the Elder: Ah…footsteps.

Caratacus the Elder: The home you once built me is now gone.

Caratacus the Elder: I feel my wife's hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Death's at first, but it's not. It's her.

Caratacus the Elder: I can feel it; solace from the wind. The house…it stands now, doesn't it?

Caratacus the Elder: I can sense her happiness. Her calm. I cannot thank you enough, traveller.

Caratacus the Elder: You've done an old garou a great kindness. Thank you, traveller.

Caratacus the Elder: A traveller, I think.

Caratacus the Elder: Tell me…does the house stand yet on the cliffs?

Caratacus the Elder: Do you need something, traveller?

Caratacus the Elder: My wife chose this beautiful spot on the cliffs overlooking the sea. She said it would be the perfect place for a little wooden home.

Caratacus the Elder: An old garou cannot build it alone. When the walls rise and the roof covers me, come speak to me.

Caratacus the Elder: I remember when I first saw her. Someone had been stealing from our tribe. Taking meat and pelts.

Caratacus the Elder: You've done an old garou a great kindness. Thank you, traveller.

Caratacus the Elder: I always meant to build it for her, but time has made these old bones slow, and these eyes see nothing now.

Caratacus the Elder: I was posted as guard. She was so noisy, I was surprised that no one had heard her steal from us before.

Caratacus the Elder: It's a beautiful place. I can hear the waves from here.

Caratacus the Elder: Her eyes locked onto mine, but she didn't stop or run away. She continued to load herself with spoils while staring at me.

Caratacus the Elder: Would you help an old garou to build a home that my wife would be proud of? Be sure it covers me.

Caratacus the Elder: She kept that look until her last days. I saw it whenever she snatched food from my plate. And that was often.

Caratacus the Elder: Ah, Cliodhna. I still serve myself too much food. Always for you.