10-05-2018, 02:45 PM
Serene strides conveyed Wendell to the source of Marina’s thick tone, seating himself a small distance away from where Leona, whom he was rather unfamiliar with, was positioned. Sighing, his deep eyes darted towards his mutated leader, expecting quite a large speech from her due to the fact that the news wasn’t shared almost immediately like always. Another week went by, and it was high time that the now-female gaffer transmitted the news to those unknowing of Sunhaven’s current affairs, such as the mustelid himself. He wouldn’t blame her if announcing his demotion was on the to-do list; the Brit’s acts of service to the clan was lacking, not meeting the standard that the crowd of people in his same position had set. He hadn’t known that Monroe had died. He hadn’t known that she came back as Marina. He hadn’t known what became of inter-tribe relations following the hindmost meeting.
No matter. This week was a fresh one, a week that would prove his worth to Sunhaven.
No matter. This week was a fresh one, a week that would prove his worth to Sunhaven.