Flies fall dead onto the snowy ground, forming a black halo around the dead horse in the shadow of an abandoned pipeline that stretches east-west across the landscape. You did it. Clay sent you to destroy the Bane, and though it wasn't easy, you destroyed both the rider and the horse-thing. You stand beneath Clay's greatest victory—the abandoned oil pipeline—contemplating the future. You won't be a cub anymore, but a true Garou. You'll be able to seek renown and respect, to join one of the remaining tribes of the Garou Nation.
You can join Clay's pack, but is that even what you want? To linger here with your miserable elders? As a true Garou, you could seek out your own pack, or walk the world for a time on your own. Gaia suffers everywhere. As the monster's blood cools on the snow, you consider what you really want.