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Backdated to the sixth of April. Private.
He was angry, but was willing to go far in the name of peace. That was more than he could say for the clan as he closed in on their borders, but he saw himself unable to imagine being in their shoes, and so he refused to let judgement get the best of him. It was impossible to be objective, of course, but quite possible to remain calm and open for solutions. This first task as a leader would be to officially end the conflict between the two groups. He could not see a friendship bloom in the future – no, not at all – but he knew that there would be an end to the mindless killing. Haku Soul was banished and gone and Conor never wanted to see the blue eyed brute again.
When he had reached the southern borders where a hint of smoke still lived, he rested and let a howl rise up to call for no other than Gabriel de le Poer. The yearling, which at the moment was in the plain wolf form sat down as he waited, wondering whether or not other Inferni members would be drawn to this spot now when it was clear that they had a wolfish visitor by their borders lined with skulls on pikes.