It isn't as though anyone ever told Diane a list of all the Garou tribes and what they thought of them. Anymore than they ever told her a list of the races or ethnicities of humanity and what they thought of them, or the breeds of lupine. Prejudices are things you take in unknowing, reflect unreflecting, and absorb invisibly through your pores. The first person you meet makes or breaks the prejudice, cements it in stone or shatters it to dust. Children of Gaia were "us", of course, and since her sept was almost half Uktena, though the Children of Gaia had founded the caern where she was born - and Diane was born in the caern itself, laboring Garou mothers were traditionally taken there in her sept of origin - because of that, Uktena were "them." Not the faceless them, but the here and now them, the ones who you compared yourself against and noticed the differences that made us, us, and them, not us. But to Diane, those differences seemed to slip between cracks and vanish. The Uktena pursued power, she was told, and the pursuit of power is a corrupting force. Gaia will give you the power she wants you to hold, the important thing is to use it wisely and in her service, not to seek more. The Uktena paid attention to human tribalism and chose their mates from the disenfranchised peoples. This was needlessly discriminatory, if well-intentioned, and not only that, it subverted their main breeding program's pursuit of power, misguided as that was. The small schisms between the tribe that led the Western Eye sept and the tribe that made up growing numbers of it and was gaining the real, as opposed to titular, power within it, grew slowly and simmered under the surface as Diane grew from cub to young adulthood in the caern amidst the redwoods.

The trees were always there. Impossibly huge, they reminded her as nothing else ever would, of the immensity of the life force that was Gaia herself. Those trees were on Gaia's scale, and Diane could never feel that the inter-tribal bickerings were anything but pettiness when she sat in their midst, the caern's energy and spirit force filling her with rare tranquility or boundless energy and desire to help. The trees calmed her, gave her strength and hope, when nothing and no one else could, or even tried to.

As for other tribes, Diane's father was of the Silent Striders. Her mother always said that the Striders, and by this Diane understood that she meant her father, were fickle and transient, though in many ways wiser than the Uktena, because they did not seek power of any sort, though they did commit the trespass against Gaia of shrugging off the responsibilities that came to them. Her mother still loved her father, in her own way, despite that she never saw him again after Diane's first summer when he went wandering away to Baja California. Diane's sept also contained a few members of other tribes, and they had a treaty and occasional visits from a sept in nearby San Fransisco, so she met a few of those Glasswalkers and Shadow Lords. Glasswalkers seemed awfully human, as Diane's prejudice already said that to be human was to be a city dweller, and she felt that rural dwelling humans were somehow "more Garou" than other humans. Shadow Lords, on the other hand, were like Uktena in that they pursued power, and they were even more blatant about it. They weren't nice, though the few members of that tribe she met actually were among the nicest of any Garou to her specifically, she always had the feeling they were doing it to try to use her, and kept her distance.

Diane's ideas about Fianna and Stargazers and Bone Gnawers and Black Furies came mostly from stories, so that she thought of Fianna as extroverted, jovial but temperamental types, with a bit of the blarney in them; of Stargazers as still waters run deep mystics, quiet until they came out with just the right words at just the right moment; of Bone Gnawers as the clever, invisible ones who would let everyone underestimate them because they knew their true worth, and of Black Furies as fighters for injustice and caring nurturers as well. She liked her mental images of all these four tribes and was predisposed to like people from them.

Her ideas about Red Talons was that they were brave but too violent crusaders for the wolves, and Wendigo very similar except that they were for the native peoples instead. Rather like the Uktena prejudices on behalf of underpriviliged people, this was the mistake of reverse prejudice. It was surprising that she did not feel the same about the Furies and women, but she did not. Maybe because she was a woman herself, but who knows? Prejudice is irrational by nature. Of the Silver Fangs and Get of Fenris, she associated both with the problems she saw in the Shadow Lords - they thought they deserved more power than they had, they sought it, and therefore they were bad. The Silver Fangs sought to rule the Garou, though they should not try to keep power that Gaia was taking from them; and the Get seemed to do likewise, attacking those who disagreed or stood in their way, instead of persuading or coming to a compromise, which is what Diane knew they ought to do in a conflict with their fellow servants of Gaia. These ideas also came mostly from stories, the stories she heard and retold about the Garou and their history, the tradition of the Silver Record, which she was learning as part of her training to become a Galliard. Before arriving to Texas and the caern of Entropy, she had met very few Fianna, Black Furies, Get of Fenris, Silver Fangs, or Bone Gnawers; she had met no Red Talons or Stargazers at all.

Stories can create prejudices, but if there isn't a bit of truth in them, they are easily overturned by reality. Time spent with members of all these tribes (or most) in the Ronin pack had changed her ways of thinking of the tribes, as well as the individuals, in ways that were not easy to trace or predict. One example will have to serve as synecdoche: she thought of Black Furies as mentally unstable, now, based on her experience with Tamara, Canth, and Phaedra - the "fury" in their name somehow connecting itself to the proto-Dostoyefskian "tale told by a madman, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."