Well now. This one... this one was something that Arvid was particularly proud of. When he had first approached The Typhoon's territory, he hadn't had any grand ideas about who he was going to test his poison on. He had just wanted to get a random Typhooner, and if they happened to pass out? Well, all the better for the capturing. He was sure that Sojourn would be pleased with whoever he managed to nab, considering she and many others seemed to despise The Typhoon and speak of it with vitriol. However, he had really managed to go above and beyond this time, at least in his opinion. Not only had he managed to poison and capture a Typhooner, but he had managed to capture the leader's daughter. At least, he was fairly sure she was the leader's daughter. She carried the Roux name, and even if she wasn't a direct descendant, she certainly seemed to be someone close to her. This little fact had managed to fill Arvid with a grand sense of satisfaction as he trekked his way back towards the Coalition's territory, Vayne dangling from his jaws, stiff and unmoving. He wasn't sure if she was merely still paralyzed, or completely passed out, but he didn't really care all that much. Either way, she wouldn't be able to fight back all that effectively once the poison wore off.

He knew he could've headed straight to the forbidden caverns with the feline, but he decided not to, at least not right away. He was fairly sure that Sojourn would be interested to see the capture personally, along with a few others. After all, Vayne seemingly held the Cipher surname as well – he wasn't sure what connection there was between the Typhooner and Aphra, but he imagined said interaction would be interesting all the same. So, the canine carried the older Cipher into the middle of camp, dropping her a bit roughly onto the ground as he cleared his throat, "I managed to get one of The Typhooners." He then added on, a slow grin coming to his muzzle as he spoke, "Not just any random one, though. I'm fairly sure she's going to be quite the hit to their morale. Being the captain's daughter, and all." He the. Lifted up a paw, aiming to jab lightly at Vayne's side before he ordered, "Hey, you. How about you introduce yourself for us all?" He knew the poison had to be wearing off at this point – surely she could speak by now?

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Angel had caught on fairly quickly that he had a lot of half-siblings. More than one person should, but that was his mother's business and not his. However, despite all his public claims and some private that he disliked his mother and wished her nothing but ill-will, to even imagine that in the mess there was one child that Aphra would actually lay claim to in front of others, that left a bad taste in his mouth that he had no explanation for. Jealousy? It couldn't be...right? He hated Aphra and Aphra seemed to hate him, so what was the deal?

"Mother?" Angelembrace asked rhetorically, looking between Aphra and Vayne without hiding his disdain for the Typhoon girl. A strong exhale left his nostrils, tip of his spotted tail twitching violently. She didn't seem to possess any traits that Angel found notable or worthy of his interest, she seemed plain to him. "Can't she speak? My other siblings talk just fine." Did he actually care to hear her? No, not particularly, he was too engrossed in his strange and vehement disgust. Really, what was going on there? The jagaur cub forced his attention onto Arvid, or maybe even Byriath. Anyone else. "Do you think the captain's going to look for her? Or will they all just sit around and cry?"