The Coalition was here. Oh, right, he was supposed to care about them, wasn't he? He didn't – not really, anyways. He didn't care about their fate, or their change of territories, because why should he? He had never truly considered them to be allies to the Glades. Instead, he just thought of them as a tool, meant to help keep the Glades afloat while they were dealing with the snowstorms. Seeing as they were now free of the snow, and free of the Coalition, Rhinestone was actually in a pretty positive mood. He no longer had to act as though he cared about their petty grievances, or the glares that they leveled in his direction. He wasn't scared of them – had no reason to be, in all honesty. They were relatively small compared to the rest of the groups that were present, not to mention that they had been pushed back to Elysium's territory. Ninazu talked as if that was such a great thing, but the serval didn't think similarly. After all, if the place was such a great natural fortress, then why wasn't Elysium still around? Such thoughts swirled carelessly in his head, and he leveled a calm and amused smile in the direction of the Coalition members – Ninazu, Sojourn, Romulus, Brutei. They all just received a carefree smile, showing just how little Rhinestone really cared about his group's betrayal.

Instead of acknowledging the petty squabbling down below, the legate opted to follow the example of Gael, and Aurum. He perked up as he was addressed by the Pittian leader, his short tail flicking around as he responded warmly, "Ah, I'm afraid that I don't know too much about The Pitt, either... aside from what I've heard in stories. But I know how easily those can be exaggerated." He then gestured a dark blue paw back towards Palm Glades territory, a soft hum leaving his throat, "We're faring very well, actually. Our old snowstorms have died down to only the occasional flurry, and now our prey has returned as well! Honestly, we've been thriving without the allegiance of the Coalition. It's been a boon, considering we no longer have to worry about their members showing up unannounced on our territory." That little impromptu visit from Brutei and Dante was still a sore spot of his, not enjoying a rabid beast trotting up unannounced. As if to emphasize that point, he sent another grin in Brutei's direction – only this time, it was all teeth, sharp and unfriendly. It was a shame that he had seemingly been revived from the dead – nothing of value would've been lost if he hadn't.

He then returned his black eyed gaze to Gael, smile on his muzzle changing from vicious to calm in a moment before he spoke, "I hope that your group has also been doing well. While I don't really know much about them, I haven't heard any complaints from my members about you. If you ever find yourself in need of some support, I'll be happy to make a deal." Gael certainly seemed like a much more level-headed leader than Stryker, and Rhine didn't have nearly as many complaints at the thought of making a deal with The Pitt. He would've made a similar offer to Roxanne, to show that the Palm Glades didn't truly hold any ill will towards her group. However, he held off on that for now. It seemed better to give the other group some time to settle before he made any sort of attempt to mend things. Not to mention, Roxie's attention seemed pretty solely focused on Ninazu and her gang of clowns at the moment – much to Rhinestone's chagrin.

K O L D

The Marauder spared no glance to the Coalition, instead walking gently toward Quasar. Never had she seen such an amalgamation of color on one animal, so Quasar's fur interested her. But as she stopped before him, her fur bristled to the words of the Coalition, and how his group had been allies once with them. "You are lucky to have broken alliance with these insects. Had you been passionate with being allies with them, I would be passionate in watching both groups get crushed like bugs under the might of everyone that has been wronged." She grunted, sitting down and keeping her eyes on the surroundings. Anything could happen, especially with such fools as the Coalition.

"Speech"

The centurion’s right ear twitched. Ugh, now the bunkum circlejerk started? Gross. He rolled his eyes and tuned out the growing conversation. Discussions about weather and licking the paws of ‘wronged’ parties didn’t interest Quasar in the slightest.

Stifling a yawn as Kold approached him, the sparkledoggo quirked a brow at her.

“Pretty funny talk about passionate alliances, coming from a Pittian. Pretty sure you lot helped the Typhoon against the Coalition for the same reason we did—self-preservation and looking out for your own interests.” His pink tail flicked as he shrugged. “Only difference between us is that we actually had something to gain from an alliance with ‘em. You and your soft-spoken leader might’ve made the same decision, if your bellies gnawed the muscle off your bones.”

Quasar shrugged. He didn’t give a shit on whether that was a diplomatic answer or whatever—he spoke as bluntly as he liked, and didn’t care to try to minimize or lie about why the Palm Glades’d done what they did.