Delilah.

She'd let the medic get captured, at least that's how Arrow saw it no matter how she looked at the situation. She'd slinked around and threw some weight around, but at the end of the day she'd still let the medic go, and whatever injury and trauma the pink girl sustained was on her in her mind. Maybe it was because she felt so close to her, she'd stepped up to the plate to become her, what, guardian? And here she was, thinking she could do it. Her failure had extended to someone else now and she hated that she saw it that way. But she'd hate herself more if she didn't get Delilah home.

Arrow trailed after Axle, green eyes narrowed and in search for her target. She wasn't looking for a fight here, but the Pittians could kiss her ass if they tried to interfere with her end goal, though these boys didn't play fair and she didn't feel like going up against a dog or something bigger than she was.

The chocolate feline glanced at Axle as he gave the command, and she separated from him to do exactly as he had said.

"Delilah?" She kept her voice down as much as possible, thin tail lashing behind her. What did they do to her? She couldn't tell, it burned her up inside but she couldn't tell if it was fear or rage.

By the time the General found the resolve to follow the raiding party, they were already way ahead of him. Though he could use his normal methods of speeding up transportation, the stealth risk it posed was far too great. Instead, he tailed the tiny group on foot - their auras were clear enough that he could focus on them.

Something about Axle had always intrigued Morgan. It was something of an idle fascination; every time he saw the other canine, he was reminded of his own feral roots. That same sense of familiarity is what helped snap him out of his relative defeatism; as crude as Axle's speech had been back at camp, it made perfect sense. The samoyed shut his eyes and picked up the pace as he mulled over those thoughts, his breath turning heavy.

Half a mask and a full set of ice armor formed around his body, dyed a deep red by the war paint he wore. Politics didn't matter, his reservations didn't matter, and his own health certainly didn't matter. What mattered was that he'd help get his people home as safely as he could.

...

Once Morgan was able to sense Delilah's damaged presence, he knew he had finally caught up to everyone else. Heading in a separate direction from where the rest of the group was, he took another route toward the kidnapped Tangler to provide further coverage. Surely the main group had a stealthier strategy to focus on, so the General figured providing a distraction and some brute force would benefit them most without express knowledge of their plan. The less heat the rest of the group had to take, the better things would turn out.

The leader bounded toward his destination, forming a pair of spears from the water left in his bracers. Noticing Axle's initial action, he stepped forward and howled out to draw attention toward his end. he assumed. He howled once more, stomping at the ground and causing it to tremble. Twice the diversions meant twice the chances that Arrow would be able to reach her target quickly.

Leopard had a divided opinion on slavery. He was someone that had grown up in it and he was also someone that was able to escape it. He saw the necessity that slaves could be and he had no qualms about using slaves as laborers, he only had a problem with it when those in power grew too big for their britches and saw themselves as better than those they held captive. The torture of slaves was something that Leo simply did not understand. It was more productive to have happier and healthier captives than harm them and use up valuable resources when they got sick or injured because of what you had done to them.

Leo knew about the slavery in the Pitt and, while the occasional slaver would go too far, it was not usually much of a problem. He had seen the torture of prisoners of war and it did not phase him, although the harshness of it would occasionally make him wince. It was better for his clan to take their anger out on the POW's than the slaves.

The cloaked male had been resting in the shade when he caught a foreign scent wafting through the air.
A quiet but annoyed growl would make its way out of his maw as he began to get up, stretching for a moment. He would make his way over to the steadily increasing noise, a slight grimace upon his maw at the thought of having to possibly fight in the midday heat.
If the invaders had thought that the pittians would be out patrolling in the sweltering afternoon, they were sorely mistaken. That was a good way to get sunstroke.

Leo would let his gaze settle on the group, ears twitching as he listened to what the ardent was shouting. youngest to the back and strongest to the front, pretty simple. The large feline would spend a few minutes herding slaves into the temple, suppressing a shudder as they all crowded around him. The slaves were valuable and did not deserve to get injured or killed. He would make his way to the front lines shortly after, having left his cloak in the possession of one of the younger slaves. He trusted them to keep his cloak safe.

It was rare to see the tom without a covering of some sort and it was now rather obvious why. Scars littered his pelt from top to bottom, each telling their own story in some way. The most obvious was the twisting scar that ran down the right side of his face, marking him from his forehead to his chin and appearing to split both his eyelid and his lips. Muscles rippled under his skin as he fell into an aggressive stance, golden eyes glinting and maw twisting into a cruel smirk. Wings that had been previously flattened against his body would flare out, casting shadows in the harsh sunlight.

He saw a domestic that had split from the group, looking split between fear and rage. Conflicted enemies always proved fun.

The large Savannah would begun to rush at the significantly smaller feline. He would aim to bite down on Arrows scruff and slam her into the ground, if this worked, he would use the disorientation from that to lash out at her underbelly with his claws.

[ Leo is open to attack! he's very up to killing, capturing and maiming others. he can receive small to serious injuries himself but it's not terribly easy due to his extensive fighting experience. if you are open to it, Leo often takes a tooth from all those that he fights.]
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