>>5835986>>5836144>>5838223>>5838394>>5838445Crouched in the dense underbrush, Wetware's ears strained against the stillness of the night, a predator in his own right, hunting for whispers of betrayal. The conversation between the silver spirit and the Uratha crackled with a volatile energy, a dangerous dance atop a powder keg.
The spirit's voice, still melodious, now also dripped with avarice, its words twisting in the air like serpents. "What do you offer?" it demanded, its luminous form pulsating with each syllable. The werewolves, their eyes aglow with lunar madness, growled their replies, offering promises as intangible as mist. "Power... Territory..." they murmured, their voices a chorus of the feral and the desperate.
The dialogue spiraled, becoming more heated, the air charged with a tension that could ignite at any moment. The spirit's argent glow flickered like a flame starved of oxygen, reflecting its growing frustration. Wetware, invisible in his vigil, felt the weight of impending chaos, the precarious balance of power teetering on the edge of collapse.
Starting options are:
1) Retreat and reevaluate their strategy, given the new developments
2) Ambush the Uratha
3) Keep listening
