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"Yes, she is, Leroy," the feline suddenly spoke with authoritative demeanor as he paced up behind the trio of his comrades that managed to beat him to the scene, and he rested the tip of his tail atop the wolfhound's shoulder as if to hold him back, then nervously glanced around at the others. "Moth, you can go get 'em whatever they need. We need to do some talkin'." Crow knew his decision would be met with recoil, but it was obvious the pair of lions at his border had come out of desperation. It wasn't every day two fugitives showed up begging for help, and he knew he could use that as leverage.
They had found themselves at the heart of Tanglewood. What harm could they realistically do?
Crow decided his best course of action would be to address the elephant in the room that was Stryker. All eyes were on the lion, muscles poised, and he could feel the suffocating tension in the air. "You've got balls to come here, pal. Look at all of 'em," he smirked as he gestured to all the concerned faces around him. Moth, a nervous creature, Leroy and Arrow, with months of hatred boiling in their blood, and Mikolaj, a quiet and foreboding presence. "They all know of the crimes you've committed. I could sic all of 'em on you right now, an' you couldn't do a thing about it but sit there an' watch as they tear you apart piece by measly piece. Wouldn' that be real funny, huh Stryker?"
"Yes, she is, Leroy," the feline suddenly spoke with authoritative demeanor as he paced up behind the trio of his comrades that managed to beat him to the scene, and he rested the tip of his tail atop the wolfhound's shoulder as if to hold him back, then nervously glanced around at the others. "Moth, you can go get 'em whatever they need. We need to do some talkin'." Crow knew his decision would be met with recoil, but it was obvious the pair of lions at his border had come out of desperation. It wasn't every day two fugitives showed up begging for help, and he knew he could use that as leverage.
They had found themselves at the heart of Tanglewood. What harm could they realistically do?
Crow decided his best course of action would be to address the elephant in the room that was Stryker. All eyes were on the lion, muscles poised, and he could feel the suffocating tension in the air. "You've got balls to come here, pal. Look at all of 'em," he smirked as he gestured to all the concerned faces around him. Moth, a nervous creature, Leroy and Arrow, with months of hatred boiling in their blood, and Mikolaj, a quiet and foreboding presence. "They all know of the crimes you've committed. I could sic all of 'em on you right now, an' you couldn't do a thing about it but sit there an' watch as they tear you apart piece by measly piece. Wouldn' that be real funny, huh Stryker?"