A mess of a tribe, the problem with the Children of Gaia is that there is no stereotypical Child of Gaia. The tribe is a mishmash of everything. But everyone loves a stereotype so they all try to pin that happy-go-lucky, good-for-nothing wimpy werewolf bullshit on them. Don’t believe it. The only thing that holds true for every Child of Gaia is the mantra of the tribe — the Garou need to unite, and it’s their job to do it.

Their own mantra is their downfall. Their job is thankless, brutal, and unwanted. The Garou aren’t interested in anything except fighting the Wyrm and each other, and most of the time, they’re willing to settle for the latter. Getting them to work together is a pipe dream, and as soon as a Gaian is truly convinced of that, everything for which they’ve strived suddenly becomes meaningless. The Garou aren’t going to lose because of the Black Spiral Dancers or the Banes or the Fomori. No, the Garou are going to lose because they can’t grow the fuck up and get along. The truth is enough to drive many Gaians to the Spiral’s doors.