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FREE POST ORDER; first Maska, then Wematin, then everyone else, please
He'd called them with a demanding sound, one that carried far on the winds. They would know that it was important they come to hear his words. The Ahote wolf stood waiting, though impatiently, his brownish robes falling gently around his form. There were some Guardians who had come already, and he watched as they appeared, smiling at them. They would need such loyalty. The Guardians were growing stronger, and Maska felt confident now. When he first arrived, this place had had little defences, and a generally naïve way of looking at pack relations. They had not been prepared, should someone attack them. They called him paranoid for wanting these defenses, but they did not understand. They had not seen the innocent people of the Great Tribe slaughtered because their leaders had been too weak. Well, Maska intended to be strong for his people; no one could enter this place without his knowing, and no one could come to slaughter their children. Kidnapping, on the other hand...
When they had all arrived, Maska glanced at most of them in turn before clearing his throat. Some had already been watching him, some had not, but surely their eyes would turn to him now. He spoke in a grave voice, apologetically. "We are facing a crime." he began, looking at the Amara male, standing in the background on his four legs. Another crime. "Nayati Utina, a formerly proud male and fierce defender of his home, has made a criminal of himself." He would spare them the details. No one but Nayati and himself knew of Nayati's exile - well, and Nahele, but he trusted the goon. Facts were facts, however; he had made sure to let the male know before he was sent home. His face was serious, and his arms flew to point to the east as he spoke, the Great Fire illuminating his fierce green markings, and the coats of nearby tribesmembers. He glanced at Chitsa. "While his sister and his mate can be said to be his accomplices, it is not the same for his children. He has taken two innocents and made them traitors alongside himself, two pups who would be the future of our tribe." Not very likely, as they were hybrids, but still the point remained the same. "Like a thief in the night, he stole them away from under our noses, and now he is plotting against us from the shelter of another pack." He paused for their reaction, confident in his Guardians, but doubtful of the "original" AniWayans. "He must be brought to justice, and our precious pups returned to the safety of this tribe. The Crimson Dreamers refuse to give the Utinas back to us for justice to be done; they must be stopped. They threaten our peace in this southern tip of the land with their scheming, as our scouts have confirmed."
His hands were tightened in dramatic fists and he lifted one and shook it north-east. His voice boomed as he spoke, fiercely defensive of the tribe he was now responsible of. Sikyatavo sat wordlessly by his feet. "Tomorrow night we will seek them out and take back what is ours, and stop their plans and threats!". He waited to hear the roars of agreement from the tribesmembers.
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