It is known that the merchants guard a treasure of the romans. But what it is evades even the most stringent of inquiries. The soldiery serving as protectors, set watches at regular intervals about the encampment. Their fires serving as boundry for your prey.
All is normal until the chittering of vermin fills your ears. Their nashing and chewing echoing through the Umbra. You are not alone however as the other packs take notice from their own perches amoungst the black crystaline hilltops. The growing noise threatening the integrity of the veil until even those beyond it begin to grow uneasy. Hands drop to swords amidst the roman guardians as they grow uneasy and cannot find the source of their tensions. Then silence...
Amoungst the garou numbers gathered, stands a solitary figure in full war form. His fur a glistening coat of perfection covering well defined musculature. Your brethern can sense the call even as it calls to your own heart. Then it comes, a grand howl, its tone inspiring and crisp, summoning your true nature forward in a rush of adrenilin. The mask of the veil soon thins enough that the cold night wind strikes, sending the night howler and oaken heart packs to a frenzy of blood lust. They break from their cover amoungst the sands. Charging into the iron clad defenders, and rending a great swath of destruction in their wake. Now it is your turn and your alpha stands before you...