BETTER TIME - open; sunhaven ambassador

[SICARION]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify;"]The longer the mutated feline spoke, the more apparent his odd accent became; it was understandable, but he hadn't come across any of the clan people who had a similar...accent. It definitely wasn't a feature among Floris' own people, just as flanging didn't seem to be an aspect of theirs. Not that he could group all the clans together; if there was one thing he already learned, it was how different and divided they were, whether in terms of demographics or overall morality. "Don't think there's much of a schedule. It would have been better if you ran even later, maybe." Depending on Stryker's appearance. If he showed up, later was the preference, at least for Monroe's sake. If he didn't, then- thank the spirits. Monroe seemed friendly, and while Floris wasn't, it'd be nice to have a conversation that didn't completely piss him off for once. "The ocean? Definitely beats the snow." And their lovely neighborhood dictator.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The dragon growled as the lion pushed by him unnecessarily, though at least he was on Floris' good side. His blind side and things would have escalated even faster than they were already going to. Was Stryker so high on a feeble victory that he'd get another clan's ire on his back? Well, he'd have more than that to deal with, and Floris wasn't about to stand around talking about it, so he aimed to ram his shoulder into the lion's side as he reared up, hoping to topple him over.