RETURN, WARNING [★] TIL IT'S OVER

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Keona's voice. Panic. They weren't two things that normally went together, at least in Roan's mind. The soothsayer was used to Keona being a voice of reason and kindness, her soft tone matching the tiny body that the dealer inhabited. However, things were different this time. Something was clearly wrong, and even though Keona's words were garbled at a distance, the medic could tell that he was needed. Getting up to his paws, the zombified tom quickly moved further into the temple, grabbing his satchel of herbs before he bolted out into the open air. As he ran towards the border, he raised his voice to echo his mama's call, "Michael! Come on, mama and Keona need us!" Thankfully, he soon heard the sound of shifting within the hut that he knew the thief to inhabit, and it wasn't long before the bobcat was stumbling out, Trevor watching them run off with a wary gaze. It was obvious that the canine was worried for his husband, but didn't want to cause any more trouble for the moment.

It wasn't too long before both Roan and Michael showed up, Roan's eyes widening when he saw the state that Keona was in. Letting out a low hissing trail of curses, the soothsayer moved over to her, muttering, "Stars, Keona... mama is right. We need to at least take a moment to think about this, and to get you patched up. Please hold still..." He didn't wait for any further confirmation, beginning to pull out a few things from his satchel as he circled Keona, checking over her wounds. It didn't seem as though there was anything that was life threatening, but he needed to deal with the cuts that littered her body, lest they possibly get infected. With a soft sigh, the tom shook his head from side to side before he began to grind up the poultice with his paws.

At the same time, Michael seemed to be processing what had already been said, seemingly trying to come up with some kind of game plan. After taking a deep breath inward, the bobcat nodded his head and muttered, "Rox and Xhocoatl are right. This Stryker guy and whoever he's with are almost definitely making some preparations for a sudden rush in. We can't fall into their trap and end up with more people captured." His short tail twitched anxiously from side to side, claws briefly digging into the ground before he looked towards Roxie. He muttered to his sister, a frown on his face, "This guy is bad news, right...? He'll definitely try coming after all of us without Goldie here. We need to work on setting up defenses. That way when he comes, we'll be prepared. If we take him out then and there, we'll be able to rescue Goldie while also keeping this place safe." They couldn't just abandon their territory, even if it was Goldie who was in danger. If they sent their best warriors out as a strike team, then the main town and everything in it would be free for the taking.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan