GLOBAL OFFENSIVE - private; s/hp meeting

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
The petite sand cat slowly trotted inside, tail flicking behind her.  Her distinct blue eyes flickering with absent thought.  Perhaps it was just one of those days, mind locked in the now faraway place of her past.  She never amounted to anything over there... Just trouble.  She dragged her paws, then set to shifting them thoughtfully as she took a seat among the rest.

Her ears twitch, noting the voices of everyone around her, but only inclining her head in greeting.  Tena would surely open her mouth in a few moments.  Inevitably.  In time.  She glanced, quizzically, towards Edward, but offered no answer, brow furrowing.  He seemed to just always open with a riddle.  Maybe Monroe would have a go at it before beginning.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free