I watch the Little Gaia from Wood's embrace.....Blood flows from clenched fist...claw bites palm. She is sad...her time with the monkeys has taught her how to cry. She is young in form.....Young in mind...Not safe. I am her safety......I have failed.

Monkeys world....Death and rot...FILTH!!!!!! I shall clear it away...Tamara....Tamara. Rage grips me...she holds the Little Gaia...holds her like...twig, breakable. Like the word of Man. Rage grows....Rage soars but at who?......Tamara for tricking me..No..me for letting the words trick me....Tested so soon....fail so fast. Mother you send the Sight to me....you show me..your will. The Little Gaia must be defended..The Little Gaia must grow...The Little Gaia must stay pure......NO MATTER WHAT THE COST!!!!!!...My life after hers...My pack for her....My spirit before hers in the pits.

I am The Last Born we have no words....We speak with the heart and no spirit can lie. I fail you Mother....Hunter still lives...Spirals run through Wood....The Little Gaia....lost.

Nothing that is lost cannot be lead back to your light.....Your chosen shall come back to you....I shall NEVER fail you again....Red Talon....Lupus...Ahroun...Garou....I know who I am Mother.....Your claws..your fangs..your vengance.

No more tricks.....the mind is tainted the sickness spreads I am Red Talon,

I must never forget.....Soon RAGE!!!!!!!