The flowers, the birds, the wind, the moon| joining

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stryker never understood the talk about the afterlife that many members of the Pitt had. They all rambled about their angels, the demons possessing them, or the ritual that happened to ruin their life with the snap of a finger. To hear Jeriside talking about it, the ardent was not surprised. Ears pinned to the back of his head as he headed over, hoping to tune out the bullshit and instead focus on more important matters. They had a stranger on their territory and of all people Jeriside was communicating with them. The wolf really needed to check up on his attitude. Luckily, by their rejoicing chatter, the ardent knew they were (hopefully) of no harm within The Pitt.

Finally growing close, his ears rose back to their normal positions. Stryker flaunted a grin towards the stranger. "Care to explain who you are?" inquired the lion.