YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART // open, invite

//Retro injuries + please note that this event is prior to the captures + tortures/attacks on Snowbound!

The Typhoon was Atbash's next stop, and she was praying to the stars that Pincher wouldn't bite her ass for coming here. "Uh, hey, it's Atbash!" The she-cat called once she reached the border. "I'm here to invite you guys to a new tradition I came up with. It's a Mass Gathering, which means that most groups are going to be attending this. So The Ascendants and Tanglewood is going to be there, as well as a lesser-known group known as the Moonlight Vale." She was hoping that The Typhoon was smart enough not to start shit with this peaceful idea. Though if they did... Atbash wasn't entirely sure what would happen or what she would do. "I understand if you don't want to come, considering the groups that will be there, but it is part of the tradition to invite neutrals."

//link!

Vandal is still antsy about the Typhoon being dropped to Neutrals, that much is certain. She doesn't much care for alliances, but with the recovering state of her group, it's hard to wrap her head around the fact that they have nobody else to turn to for aid - then again, they shouldn't have to turn to anyone outside of their group, she knows this. They are strong enough. They are. As much as having allies somewhere in the world soothes her worries, she knows for a fact that it isn't necessary to thrive.

Besides, she trusts her brother to lead them to the right path regardless of how further along they are in the recovery department. There's that, and she also is particularly bitter about how Snowbound had dropped them and considered them bad allies despite their efforts.

When she finds Atbash on the border, she's quickly defensive, head lowering in a defensive gesture with her talons kneading the ground. The Snowbound leader doesn't seem to be around to attack, however, and Vandal listens to what they have to say before letting out a low growl.

"Very well. It's best if my brother makes the decision on this," she murmurs back in response. She raises her head and breathes deep, gathering up all the air her lungs could contain before letting out a deep-throated bark that rings through the territory, rings in her own hears - a roar bark, as they are called by her kind, requesting the presence of Pincher.

[member=66]PINCHER[/member]