[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]The camp and territory in general was larger than the previous one.  There was much more ground cover, enough ground so the whole clan could pitch in with help about the territory.  Sephiroth’s senses stretched out briefly as he emerged from a structure h had paused for the night before in, eyelids twitching in the dawn light of the desert.  Shaking out his quicksilver locks, the lion would stretch out of his sleeping place and into the makeshift town center.

”Rosebloods.”  Sephiroth’s voice was calm and collected but commanding enough to draw attention.  ”It’s about time we clean this place up if we are to live here.  We are above others, he shouldn’t be living among filth.  We will tidy this camp up, and I suggest looking for dens if you haven’t picked one out already.  There are certainly plenty to choose from.”

The silvery lion would slink towards another building at this, his muscular frame disappearing fluidly in the shadows within as he got to work right away.  The sound of shuffling paws echoed out from the depths, and a strange clacking sound.  Pale white things were kicked out of the house, clattering to the ground loudly as they settled.  Old dusty bones.  Definitely a sign of this place’s age.