roses are red violets are blue — peace treaty/resources

[Luca]

The smell of Snowbound was one that Luca was slowly starting to get familiar with. Between the captures, the short lived battle, and Lewis, they had quickly become one of the more recognisable clans in Luca's memory bank. His nose crinkled as the half-familiar scent washed over him, and he turned his head to stare in the direction of Aizawa. At least they were making good on the deal; that greatly lessened the probability of war. Luca still thought that Snowbound was in the wrong, but that didn't mean that he wanted to go to war with the other clan. He was quite fond of Lewis, after all, and would prefer if he didn't have to face the ghostly feline in battle. Luca sighed as he turned on his paws and headed in the direction of the border, joining Fischer and Cleo in observing the Snowbounder with the supplies. The hellhound's gaze focused on the crate behind the grumpy looking guy, and a low hum rumbled in the demon's throat. He wondered if it would be enough to satisfy the captain, although the fact that the supplies had been brought at all was probably a good step in the right direction.

"Thanks!" He said, as if the donation had been out of the good of their hearts and hadn't been threatened out of the other clan. "It took y'all long enough." And there was his bitterness, seeping into his sweet facade like a disease. That was it for his rude remarks though, as he shut his mouth a sat down to observe the rest of the deal. As much as he wanted to verbally attack this Snowbounder, he knew it was probably best to leave the situation in the hands of someone a little more mature. Fischer definitely fit that criteria, and Luca fixed his gaze on her for the time being, watching to see what would happen next.