DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

It'd not been many days since the tigress had graced the lands with her presence, and in all honesty, it still brought the same pain as it had before. But she'd gone and returned with a mission, a package much more important than any gifts she could have personally picked out for the standard visit. She'd not told anyone of her intent to visit the Pitt - a stupid mistake, but one she did not think hard on. If she were to tell anyone, they would have simply tried to stop her, tried to go with her. She did not want to bring company. It would contradict the very words she spoke to the ardent when demanding her ally. She did not want to bring danger to any others, attention to anyone else. Keep it intimate - they knew Goldenluxury Roux and they knew the power she possessed. And in the end, it worked either way. So what did it really matter?

The winged tigress walked with her ally to its territory, stepping past the borders with him to ensure that his return was safe. Her own flight home would be easy enough afterwards. She'd repaid the debt she owed Vigenere in this act, and it did bring her any advantage to have her ally's leader captured, nor was it a good note to know in any case. They were growing more aggressive, and she was certain both Tanglewood and the Typhoon would soon need to work together once more to take care of a common enemy, the very thing that'd brought them together in the first place. They both needed to be at their strongest. Though the bags under her eyes, shake in her step did contradict such a notion. The female still held her head high, acted as proud as she needed to act. "Vigenere is home." She would call out simply, signaling the members to approach.

[member=601]VIGENERE CIPHER.[/member]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

"I am the Pitt's worst nightmare," the female would state bluntly at first with a slight smirk, half a joke, half the truth. Though it's clear it's off, and it falters soon enough. "If I brought someone wit' me, it would've jus' seemed like I was there t' fight. It was better I went by m'self. No one else could interfere, no one else could get hurt." She honestly was expecting them to turn her away, but she was glad her attempt worked. Perhaps their newest ardent wasn't as stupid as the rest of them, if not as violent. They needed to keep on their guard still. Just because Goldie was not a fan of senseless, goalless violence, did not mean that their leader was the same.

She goes quiet as Delilah approaches, letting the other speak and welcome back Vigenere. "They didn' get a chance to lay a paw on me." The most that happened was an inexperienced kitsune thinking she could take on the demigoddess of raging storms with electricity, and a few threats she did not care to dwell on. She'd heard them all plenty before. And if they were to attack, then so be it. Countless others tried and failed. She turns her attention back to the Tanglewood leader, however, focusing her gaze. "Let me help wit' your wounds, though. I don' want them t' get infected." Just because they were minor didn't mean they were any less harmful if left untouched for long.

"N', I know you jus' returned, but I need t' know if you saw anythin'. Wit' the new ardent in place, I need t' know m' terms o' their surrender are still set in stone."