MONTHLY MEETING [DECEMBER 2020]

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The Pitt were never a place of peace. It was of war, revenge and survival. Scrapped together with crumbling sand and ash. Even in winter, the feeling was still great, the heat a present sting against even the lighter pelt. It did not matter, what ploys against it's people. Jack held firm on his beliefs, of his clan. They would stand the sands they would stand time and time again. It was not neutrality, merely... waiting for the first move to be made. Jack was silent when he approached the meeting, the other's chatter as they Pitt walked towards the meeting place was halted short and the facade of a child- boyish kind second in command fell for the one that the Pitt needed. Gael was unfazed, but Kain and Aine both shook with their anger on their features.

Jack felt his own impatience run it's course in the manner of seconds. Where the two would go to engage the group directly Jack's small form slipped between the roots of the great tree. Ice crusting along the branches he drooped from and coating the land in frost. In winter it came easier, in this form there was only so much that could be done. Yet Jack made his move. Anyone close enough to the trio of leader's would get spiked on ice shards rapidly growing from near the kodkod's feet. The air- growing thin and cold with the moisture drawn from it.

A defensive act, for the moment he refused to make an offensive one. the small wildcat was a fraction of the size of his own creations as he stood vigil above them. A throne of ice crowned around the roots of the gnarled tree, keeping vigil over the devolving meeting. Feeling the shift under his skin just on the edge of his control, snapping quickly.

wait, see: the threat is yet to come.