The Ajaba, or Werehyenas, are by far one of the most dangerous specimen of the changing breeds, if for nothing else than the fact that for thousands of years, even in the savannah courts of the Lion Kings, they have held their own and survived against both Homid and Bastet odds of unfathomable impossibility.  Brushed to the edge of extinction by the Simba especially, the Ajaba have turned their faces away from the stars in disgust at being forsaken by their creators and left to die like helpless runts under the thundering paws of the Endless Storm.  Now they gaze into another place for hope.  For survival.
Now, they gaze into the Spiral Abyss and into the loving eyes of their adopted parent, the Wyrm.
At one time in the past, the law of the grassland had prevailed and kept the balance between Ajaba and Simba.  Eye for an eye was the system of justice between the two tribes, neither ever gaining a distinct advantage over the other forever or for very long.  What the Ajaba lacked in strength, they made up for in numbers.  What they lacked in speed, they made up for by imitating their wolf cousins and organizing into packs to better attack and defend.  All of that changed when Black Tooth, a Simba King, called down the knowledge of the Yava of the Ajaba; their most closely guarded tribal secrets and the letters that spelled their utter destruction at the hands of the arrogant Simba warlord.
The grassland ran red with Hyena blood the night Black Tooth and his Endless Storm smashed the skull of the Hyena King.  For the Ajaba, the murder of their king was simply the spark that would eventually detonate the apocalypse that the Simba so dreadfully deserved.  The wisdom of their tribe lost with the deaths of their elders and seers, only the heartiest of Ajaba warriors survived the Hyena Court Massacre.  Gathering up their kinfolk that survived and fleeing to the cities of South Africa for safety, the Ajaba spat in hatred at the stars above them and refused to cackle at the moon in thanks for their life.  The stars had forsaken them.  Their creators wished them ill will, like runt children.  The Simba had been granted knowledge of the Ajaba Yava and for a time, it seemed as if the final nail in the coffin of the Ajaba Tribe had been driven. 
But the hearts of some of the remaining Ajaba and their folk were heavy with grief and sorrow and their minds and eyes were burning with hate.  When the Wyrm spoke to them like an understanding father, they listened eagerly.  They listened to the truth of Corruption.  Of the meaning of change and the importance of Entropics.  The Wyrm whispered to the souls of the Ajaba and told them that they need only serve It in order to reclaim that which had been stolen from them.  The Simba, the Wyrm said, had forgotten over time of civility and with the help of man that the Hyena ruled the nights of the grassland.  They had grown fat and pridefull, forever boasting of their strength and their cunning over all the other catfolk.  The Bagheera, some of them, even believed.  The Wyrm offered the Ajaba a chance to herald its will.  A chance to repopulate their people.  A chance to wreak bloody havoc on the Simba and all else who would seek to subdue the Night Laughers.  All it required was servitude in exchange for power.  The Wyrm told the Hyenafolk that it would make them nightmares in the dreams of the Simba and that there would be another flood coming to the savannah under their service to the Wyrm, except instead of Hyena blood, it would be of Simba tears.  This was exactly what the handful of young warriors needed to hear, and as they knelt weeping from joy at the words of their adopted parent, they laid their silver Hakkars at their new masters feet in dedication and devotion.  The clutch of vengeance drenched Ajaba decided on this night to forsake the name "Rainmaker."  The only tears of rain that the Hyenafolk had made that they could remember was of their own tears.  From that night forth it was decided that not one more Hyena tear would fall for a slain brother only Lion blood.  The life of one Ajaba is worth three Simba, according to their new litany and they took the name Night Laughers in celebration of their Camp's birth under the guidance of the Wyrm.

Culture and Kinfolk
The original number of Ajaba who formed what would become the Night Laugher Camp is unknown, as to ask a Werehyena what number his people were reduced too causes him great anger and makes him very quick to Rage.  The Night Laughers, therefore, have purged this memory from their minds.  It is believed that something close to two dozen Ajaba survived the Massacre of the Hyena Kings Court, and of those, not even half were female.  In order to better assist and fortify its children for Apocalypse, the Wyrm has brought the Night Laughers and their Garou cousins, the Black Spiral Dancers, into close alliance.  Black Spiral Kinfolk have bred with Ajaba to produce the bulk of the Night Laugher Camp.  Ajaba Kinfolk do exists in small numbers, and when found, are the mate of choice for the Night Laughers, but the Black Spiral Kinfolk who have, in the minds of the Ajaba, kept their species from fading are just as important to them as their own.  Kinfolk of the Night Laughers are kept safe and hidden away and are not allowed to participate in open conflict with Gaias forces, whatever they may be.
Organization
The Night Laughers have one leader, an Aktu, who is in charge of the Camp's education and indoctrination into the way and will of the Wyrm.  She is usually the highest ranking Theurge or Philodox in the Camp.  As well, their alternate leader, the Shaka, is the most talented warrior among them and acts as their tactician and field marshall in times of conflict and war.
Like many Garou tribes and camps, the Night Laughers have established a Litany which supports this system of government and protects the tribe from future genocidal attempts from their enemies, ensuring that they ALWAYS have a leader, whether it be in war or peace.  Service to the Wyrm, however, leaves very little room for peace and Night Laugher young and adolescents are trained from birth by Black Spiral Ahrouns and Night Laugher Bushmen in the dirtier and more malicious arts of combat.
Secrets Sought
The full Yava of the Simba.  Through malfean enigma and contemplation of corruption, the Night Laughers have been enlightened to the Simba weakness of being rendered immobile by a rope of lions mane hair, put this is merely an important piece of an unsolved puzzle.  The Night Laughers seek to completely obliterate the Simba and anyone else who would come to their aide in retribution for the crimes of Black Tooth against the Ajaba of yesterday and wont stop until theyve accomplished their end by any means necessary.
Yava
The Yava of the Night Laughers is slightly different from that of the rest of the Ajaba.  This is partly due to the corruption of their bloodline and partly do to the Wyrms preservation of its servants from their Simba enemies.
 
• Spreading  sea salt on the splintered bones of a carcass or kill consumed by a Night Laugher will make that Night Laughers teeth as soft as sponge for a lunar cycle.
• Night Laughers are drawn to the smell of burning sage and will follow it hypnotically.
• Night Laughers must "drink the moon" every night that they wish to use Black Spiral Dancer Gifts.  This requires catching the reflection of the moon in a goblet of freshly spilled gazelle or zebra blood and drinking it down.  No Night Laugher can use Black Spiral Dancer Gifts on the nights of a New Moon.

Initial Rage:  4
Initial Willpower:  3
Beginning Gifts:
Due to their close association and interaction with the Black Spiral Dancers, The Night Laughers are taught the following three gifts from birth and are possessed by ALL Night Laughers  of Rank 1 and up.
Bane Protector, Sense Wyrm (Sense Un-makers Hand), Razor Claws, Lick Wounds
All Night Laughers possess the Flaw Moon-Mad and no Night Laugher can take the Merit of Pure Breed.