Candlelit night - September 29th meeting

As news of Aya’s vanishing escaped Morgan’s fluffy maw, Leroy’s eyes shut disapprovingly, foundations of a pique-flavoured frown installed on his unsettled facial features. Just like that, the feline disappeared. The girl whom employed him with the task of murdering and scavenging. The individual who had caused the canine to go out of his way and lay ultimate harm upon another being from a seperate tribe. The mortal whose given labour seared so much guilt and anguish unto the rearmost area of his neck... was gone. So, everything he had done for her was in vain, then. Might as well drop by the Ascendants and return Roman his leg.

Tossing that story aside, the pooch then announced new blood. Bam, apparently. Hopefully this one actually stayed for more than a week. "Lookin’ forwad ta see ya around, pal," he’d say, wondering if this Bam was even present to the occasion, before turning his mug to the rest of the gang and calling in an annoyed tone, ”Good job on those shoutouts... again”. Why bother with the shoutouts at this point? The only people paying attention to those sort of announcements were those keeping Tanglewood alive - and that was everyone there. Which begged the question: what was Sunhaven getting out of this ordeal? It sure as hell wasn’t numbers or resources. The only thing he could see Tanglewood getting involved in with Sunhaven was their problems, and the swamp dwellers had enough up their sleeves with the dwindling numbers they had.

No weekly event this week. Great, even less to do.