SO PUT YOUR HANDS UP;; open - returning Oleander

Quiet paws carried a feline across the territory, head lowered to the ground as a nose drew in the scents of the border. They had been promoted to Thane not that long ago and with such a promotion they wanted to continue to strive with helping out the group in any way possible and if that meant checking the borders then so be it. Unfamiliar scents drifted across their path drawing Saturn closer to them. Eventually they would be in sight, stopping close to the pair but not too close. “Hello there you’re on Coalition of the Condemned’s land what business do you have?” They would ask, lifting their head up and blankly peering in the direction of the two.