Nikita Valesta - Rumourmilling

Her strict self-caught meat diet served more than just one purpose, and soon enough, Nikita found that the Haunts basement could hold no more skins. She had a mighty fine collection and in a few months, they would be done, the tanning would be complete. The heavy winter furs were beautyful, but with each hunt, she could feel that the winter was approaching - she was lucky that she had taken the ban for as long as she had and in the periode that she had - yet the hibernating ones had not fallen to slumber and all the prey that she found were fat and ready for the winter. She lived well and with the hunting prayer that Hakeem had taught her, her luck were lasting at least for now.
Walking among the drying skins, she smelled the tan, smelled the distinct smells on the air, and walking among them, she thought back, remembered the dream. The dream where she had found Svetlana, her ancestor. Nikita was certain now... the young Galliard had to be her own ancestor.
Still she had not had the courage to attempt summonning her again. Now she had the name and the diary. Ghost of Tomorrow. Her visit had somehow shaped the future of her own ancestor. The prospects were stunning and as she walked a few more steps, Nikita found that she was no longer in the fleshlands. She was walking in the umbral basement of the Haunt.
Nikita walked up the ramp to the hatch and out into the umbral garden. The crows were cawing loud as she apppeared and walking among them, she spoke of the news of the sept. She told them of who had been beating up who. What intrigues were where and who were yelling at who.
The rumour mill started churnin, and while they were occupied, Nikita took wolfen form and ran off. Calling for Chimeras special gift, Nikita took her favored disguise - the midnight black alley cat loped through the shadows towards a very special alley.
She did not get onto the roof where Lord Mrow was sitting. She joined the alley cats down below, mingled wiht them, listened... and when the time was right, she spoke to them.
She told them of Corvan finishing his punishment within the Twilights Vigilance. Cuddles was petitioning the very same pack and the alpha herself was pregnant, that doctor kinfolk had practically yelled it out across the sept, destroying whatever kind of secrecy that had been around it. Baby Annekah. Lovely name, almost the name of Nikitas own mother, Anna.
Information for information, rumours for rumours. Nikita told them of the drama in 13th company and the yelling between Euden and Thomas, Rileys intimidation of the gnawer afterwards and the gnawers annoying in-your-face attitude.

The cats listened and the word quickly spread outwards. The rumourmill of the city shadow went back to work, and with that, Nikita climbed to the roof. She sat down by Lord Mrows side. None of them reaching out to initiate any physical contact, Mrows acceptance of her pressence was enough. She was accepted among the cats and words were shared freely, just as they were among the birds.

The newwork kept growing stronger.