After the meeting and the announcements, Atticus was exhausted. The constant talking and announcements had drained his very short attention span, but internally all he could wonder was how to conduct the patrol to the north. How far north? North east? North 'north?' North west? Where could he go? The feline's tail swayed in contemplation as he listened, only to break out of his head when the meeting finished and a firm confirmation was exchanged with Aesior. It appeared that he was going to have to think this through as a group.

The meeting's conclusion signaled his time to step up. Coming to the front of the group that gathered, the feline looked out at the very few that remained. "If any of you fucks wish to go on a patrol with me to the neutral lands-" A paw pointed violently at the souls looking at me. "-speak up now instead of staring, please."