The monthly meeting wasn't really important to Alexandre, but they enjoyed the socialization aspect. It was another place to fulfill his unconscious needs, after all. Unfortunately for them, it appeared the first to arrive was Alexandre. With jaws parted as he stood in the middle of the crater, staring out past the large tree and towards the horizon, the winged feline merely offered a snarl. They folded their wings in disappointment, sliding down onto the floor, and crossed their tail over the paws impatiently. A frown lined their maw.

Growing impatient, a sigh left Alexandre. For a moment, they even considered departing and heading back to The Typhoon for a drink. "Ain't this nice," came a lowly whisper to themselves.

Another member arrived and, of course, it was a Coalitioner. Alexandre's gaze turned to the other and narrowed, orange eyes observing the other curiously. After Sojourn's hold on them, even after two years, the vampiric feline held a disdain for their kind. Nevertheless, they tried their best to remain neutral. Raising their head, they offered a smile. Alabaster canines glistened in the sunlight above as they did so, purposefully showing off their weaponry if things went south. Even so, their smile was sickeningly sweet. It held some friendliness to it. With a wave of their tail, they tried to beckon the other closer to talk.

That was a simple answer, thankfully. "The Typhoon," they remarked casually. "And you're from-" He looked the other up and down, nose scrunching in disgust. They reeked of the Coalition of the Condemned's stench. "- The Coalition of the Condemned, I see."

Returning to a softer expression, Alexandre's head craned upwards to get a closer look at the other. Their tail removed itself from their paws and began to lash behind them slowly. A singular paw extended out. If accepted, they'd lightly offer a polite shake followed by a cocky, almost sarcastic, kiss down at the other's paw. Bold men like Byriath intrigued the other. "Alexandre, dear," they continued with. "And you are?"

A smirk met Alexandre's lips at Byriath's remark. "Indeed, it was," came their soothed reply. "I'm sure the salty air that closely resembles the smell of blood isn't too pleasing either, although I beg to differ." The vampiric feline enjoyed the beach and the salty smell of a very special crimson liquid. Beauty, exploration, brutality and pleasure in one. Weren't those The Typhoon's specialties anyways? Besides, of course, the pirating aspect. They weren't so fond of that.

So, the big man speaks his name... and his mind. With a widening cocky smile, the feline nods along with his words. "Why, yes," Alexandre remarked smoothly. "That was me." They made no effort to apologize. Their intruder came in with no knowledge of any border etiquette and Inferno, along with Alexandre, held no regret towards their own actions. After all, a threat was made. "I dearly hope I didn't cause your guru too much work." A slight fib, but unbeknownst to them, Byriath was one of the Coalition of the Condemned's medics.

Eyes peered over to a familiar face. The Tanglewood luminary had listened to their spiel earlier on about their issues and triumphs, so Alexandre had nothing else to mention besides a snort at their question. Even so, as the other talked, Aesior clearly caught the succubus off guard. 'Alexandra?' came a questioning thought. Their head dipped into their chest momentarily, secretly flustered. The honor of being acknowledged by a fluid name was pleasing. With their skin growing red behind a confident expression, their head turned up towards the other again. "It's a pleasure to see you too, Aesior," the feline cooed. 

A hum left the other. The weather? "It's been quite relaxed for what it's worth. I hope the same for you...?" The tropical storm had been the height of the atrocities in their lifetime. Alexandre couldn't complain about the cold and rainy weather occurring, considering the harsh downfalls from before. "And no, I have not heard from them."

Somewhere off in the distance, close enough to see the meeting and far enough not to be spotted, the ugly wolf watched. He was in a tree, somehow, and was limply clinging onto a branch. Josiah was not a day person, his eyes were more suited for nighttime, and yet, he felt the innate curiosity about these other groups. Word of mouth was rare among The Covenant, with their elderly leaders soon to be... dismantled and demoted, though, that would change. His group would know almost everything there was to know. The drama, the treaties, anything that caught on with wanderers and joiners.

But for now, he would be sufficient with simply watching from afar. Observe and calculate.

// Not open to interactions, he is simply spying //