Quasar padded up and glanced at the letter, huffing. His tails flicked behind him—he remembered the last invite’s disastrous end for him. But, if they were to fight, then he would fight. All the cold weather drove him stir crazy, and his hot blood hissed for battlefield release.

It was either his natural aggression or his trauma that spurred him on. Why not both? Perhaps it was both. But Quasar lacked any self-awareness.

He bit his tongue when he glanced at Dovah, lowering his gaze momentarily to his paws, as the guilt shivered over his spine. He knew it was an accident. And, thankfully, most of the Clan believed that. But, intention or unintentional, Dovah still lost his sight because of him. He hated looking at Dovah, the walking proof of Quasar’s faults and weaknesses.

“I’m going. You can’t stop me. But I suppose you wouldn’t want to? Yeah. Time to repay Stryker for the food.” Quasar sounded exactly as scattered as he was inside his noggin, but the vaporwave mess didn’t recognize it, himself. “Lovely.”

It seemed as though Stryker was finally calling upon them, not that Rhinestome was particularly enthused by the idea. While he was glad that his group had finally gotten the food they desperately needed, he still didn't trust the lion as far as he could throw him, and that was a problem. While Rhine believed that Bai Shi and Alithís Evgenis would do anything for The Palm Glades, and vice versa, he couldn't say the same of the Coalition. That wasn't exactly a good sign, and that was why the serval wasn't particularly worried about putting on too much of a good showing by actually fighting. With a grim expression on his face as he approached, Rhinestonestar muttered with a shake of his head, "I guess it's time... hard to believe he's actually doing it. Seems like a suicide mission, if you ask me." But they had a deal, and Rhine wasn't keen on breaking that deal – at least not yet. Not when Stryker would easily know and be able to retaliate. Even if the Palm Glades were strong, they certainly didn't need to make the Coalition an enemy at the moment. They were only just now recovering from the storm, and Rhine wasn't looking for new injuries to plague them.

As he listened to those around him offer their thoughts, Rhinestone flicked his short tail from side to side, announcing to all of them, "Alright, get ready for battle. But remember, we're only going to make it look like we're holding up our end of the bargain. If you're able to go the whole fight without engaging anyone, then I encourage you to do so. If anyone attacks you, there's obviously a reason to fight back, but we have no real reason to go searching for fights with Typhoon members. They still haven't done anything to hurt us." The male still felt uneasy about this whole thing, but hopefully this plan would work, and Stryker wouldn't notice that anything was off. After all, the other had an entire raid to worry about. With this in mind, Rhine gave a firm nod to those around him, before moving off in the direction of The Typhoon's territory.