Oh, looked like it was time for his first meeting as a member of the Coalitiom. His time within the group thus far had been pretty enjoyable, and he did have to admit that he felt comfortable within the crowd. Sure, quite a few of them were quite a bit more ruthless than he was, but he didn't see it as a problem. All that meant was that he could always count on having some kind of protection, as long as he was a wanderer. Additionally, much of the more ruthless aspects of Coalition life seemed to be focused outwards, rather than inwards. They made their enemies suffer, rather than their friends. That was certainly a positive for him, and he found himself almost rushing over as he heard Sojourn's surprisingly quiet call. He noticed some of those around him seemed sort of uneasy, but he actually felt remarkably calm. He wasn't worried about Sojourn ripping him limb from limb, mainly because he agreed with the kingpin. Sure, maybe threatening Angelembrace was a little too far, but... she had a point. There was no reason to focus on the past. Especially not when those in the past had evidently brought them ruin.

As for the actual content of the meeting thus far? Well, the first part of it didn't really effect him. Jor's exile had taken place before he had arrived, and if the other had broken the rules so bad, it certainly seemed warranted. Although he didn't care much about the exile, the dire wolf did make a point of memorizing the group names that Sojourn had called out. Tanglewood, The Pitt, The Typhoon, and The Palm Glades. They were all familiar to him as the names of various other major groups, but beyond that he didn't know much about them. Not that the warning about not messing with the former two would apply too much to him. He didn't have many plans of going and messing with the other groups, even the ones that were allowed. He much preferred just staying in camp, making sure that he was alive and occasionally helping out the others that did want to cause chaos. He'd be able to help more effectively when he had a little bit of a stronger grip on the scientific things, though. Then he'd be all the more useful, he was sure.

The news about the village... well, that was just straight up good news. Arvid had been pretty bummed when he had arrived only to find that the main village was trashed, and they were mostly stuck in temporary camps. The thought of having an actual house to call home was certainly appealing, and he soon found his dark tail wagging back and forth behind him. Perhaps he would go and move in tonight, once the meeting was over. It wasn't like he had all that much to move, after all. He had come with nothing, and the only thing he had to his name now was the science kit he had found.

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Angel had no real recollection of the original camp, the mudslide unfortunately taking place shortly after his birth. So as it stood, he had no connection to the place and no subsequent emotions to go with the news, good or bad. His only thoughts and concerns were about if his previous minor disagreement with the Kingpin would come back to bite him, hopefully not literally, but come what may and all that. Nor did he seem to have any particular response to the mention of Jormungand, whether he was expected to be concerned or not. Attacking Merlin was wrong, plain and simple, and caused more issues within the Coalition than needed. The melanistic jaguar being his father bore no weight on how he viewed the situation, no slack would be cut just because of blood relation. That would be ridiculous.

The jaguar cub arrived a little later than the others, quiet and remaining somewhere in the back as if to avoid attention to himself. There had been enough on him in the hall alone, no?