Simple Math [Meeting]

Chaos swaggered toward the summons with a distinct cockiness to his lengthy stride. As if he weren't already cock-sure enough, the young male had found himself the leader of his own little band of miscreants within Ivory Ridge - a mated pair of great horned owls now flew silently over his head despite the unusually late (for owls) hour. Sgili and Heecha they called themselves, and both bore feathers blacker than his own iridescent black pelt, though Sgili's eyes were orange to her smaller mate's blue. He privately suspected that rather than him taming them, they had decided to adopt him as a rather large, flightless son, but he didn't need to tell anyone that. He entered the group gathered around Raba with a bit of a fanfare in the former of Sgili swooping down silently to take a perch on his shoulder, grasping his scruff carefully in her powerful talons and staring at the pack with dignified solemnity. "Hey Raba," he greeted with a casualness in his tone that was entirely spoiled by the smug grin that gaped his jaws.