Three items:
During the assault on the Mages, I found my sept mates fighting in darkness against some weird magey thing, just kinda swinging blindly around. I lit up the place, so everyonce could see, which was a bit wise of me, if I do say so myself. My'self an' Darvya knew somethin' was up, an' that the mages had flown the coup. Usin' me nose, I tracked the scent of tha' lady mage to a crater in the ground, an' Alice an' Darvya pieced together tha' she was off in some horizon realm in the deep umbra. The delicious Corax went an' showed us which way to go. Even though the our enemies weren't there an' there was no Glory to be had, looks like we might've figured out where they are now. This Owl pack is really workin' out for my smarts.
In combat against the endless waves of strange mage constructs, Sebastion fought with incredible valor, avoidin' wounds from the formidable foes and never missing his target. Everyone was in their fightin' but my fellow Fianna was doin' it like we do, makin' hurt without gettin' hurt.
In combat agaist the endless waves of strange mage constructs, Josh Dreller must've done somethin' stupid (of course) that I didn't see, because the dirty stinking metis was the only Garou that was tore up from the floor up when I finally got there. It was certainly stupidity that led him to be so injured, however, he did not succumb to the formidable wounds that could down almost any Garou, fought through it in a death Frenzy, and pulled through the fight. Dirty metis has a bit glorious fight in him, but I imagine his mom dropped 'im on his head a few times when he was a pup... or left him out in sun. Maybe somethin' spooked the sense out of im' when he was little, which is why he's all white like tha'. Not the wisest, by any means, but he's a Glorious little bugger. Don't tell him I said that. He'll start thinkin' I like 'im or somethin.