One predicament was dealt with, now onto the next. With plans to apprehend and punish the two perpetrators of Ximen's slaughter finished, Romulus finally had the time to sit down and plan Ximen's gravestone. He had an idea in mind, but was unsure of the layout and what the Tanglewood members would be willing to haul back with them. Along with this, he did not know the victim whatsoever. The kingpin, sitting at his desk, contemplated ideas but only ended up with a bunch of crumpled paper scattered around him. Every design felt impersonal. Paws gripped at the paper before him as frustration rose within his system, only to let go a moment later and drop to the floor. With a thump, his forehead leaned into the edge of the desk. A sigh echoed out. It looked like he would need some help.

Raising up from the floor, the kingpin shook out his pelt and stretched. He had been in his thoughts for quite awhile. A break, along with getting a second opinion, seemed only necessary. His paws meandered forward and out of his cave in no time, letting his body take breaths of fresh, cold air. The leader took the time to stay stagnant and enjoy the weather for some time outside of his home, hoping it would relieve him of the pressures and burden of his duties. He would have to do them eventually, but not now...

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