The general consensus among Tanglewood's current population was - from Leroy's point of view - that the decision to allow Pittian deserters their own position in Tanglewood was one poorly made. Not only was it completely out of left field, but it completely went against the leader's previous disdainful stance on the Pitt. Hadn't he been advocating for that group's total destruction ever since they spawned almost two years ago? Yes. Then shouldn't inviting his tribe's literal enemies be completely out of the picture? No, not really.

Deleting a population's numbers all the while bolstering your own forces in the process was nothing less than a strategic move, and that was Leroy's goal with this new ruling. The urge to make mincemeat out of those shitstains yet existed within the general's heart, though he saw that, in order to hit his end target, some backasswards decisions were quite necessary. The Pitt's been razed to the ground an abundance of times now, so chances are they know what's coming. Hence, surprises would be the swamp dwellers' vantage point - and Leroy had a few more of them up his sleeve.

A meeting was called earlier, this one only for semi-high positions and high positions. The meeting would take place in the library, which was cleansed of any interlopers via polite asking. The number of great-ranking members didn't go any higher than six, but the wolfhound saw it as pivotal that he eliminated any sense of discourse between Tanglewood's influential individuals and his beliefs.

With every new face that effected an entrance into the library's oaken halls, Leroy's nosediving sense of confidence found itself leveling out. Though a controversial decision had been avowed from his maw, these individuals were ones he could trust, ones he wholeheartedly knew that he could depend on. Their ranks towered above the rest because they proved themselves loyal in the past, and asserted that said loyalty wouldn't be going anywhere soon; he'd hoped. Nobody present was aware of his reasoning for the recent ruling that was established, which birthed the need for a meeting of this nature. And, optimistically, such a meeting would garner favourable results. The general shoots a wink towards Aurum, a soft smile in Selby's way, and nods in the direction of the rest here. The meeting's commencement loomed.

"First off," he says, breaking the awkward silence which came from a peculiar lack of greetings in the room, "y'all probably know why I called ya here today - but I wanna touch on sunt'n else for a brief moment, if that's alright." His cocoa-toned hues wandered until they met his proxy. The tigon (this month's current body) would've known of this scoop, due to his presence at the time of its verdict. Last meeting, the wolfhound asked to see Aurum, Vathmos, and Snarl. This was the outcome of that rendezvous; "Vathmos has been exiled for causin' grievous harm to another Tangler." No hesitation caused his speech to stall at any point - this was the first instance of exile which he'd orchestrated, and he fully meant it. "This group is a haven for folks that were chewed and spit out by the world. We're supposed to look to one another for safety and companionship, since the outside don't want us. And 'cause of that, Vathmos got scarred from her right shoulder down to her chest, and ain't allowed back here no more. If you see her, kill her - or alert someone." This wasn't as hard as he thought it'd be, but only because he hadn't been entirely close to the hyena - much unlike Aurum.

"Miller's a fuckin' moron for throwin' himself in the way like that," he continues, a mellow chuckle aiding his words, "but he's a brave fuckin' moron, and he'll likely get promoted to guardsman next meetin'. Snarl, however, won't be promoted any time soon; not until she demonstrates that she can attend a social gatherin' without incitin' violence." His eyes comb the room, searching for signs of approval, before finally stating, "that's all I wanted to say on that. Vathmos' expulsion and Miller's promotion'll be brought up next meetin', please don't talk about 'em until then."

"I'll move on to the next topic shortly - voice your opinion if you have one."