BLOW THE SMOKE IN DIAMOND SHAPE

(ooc: just so it's clear, I do intend on playing this out ic. and this is to be set after the pack meeting 'you do what you have to' was called)

Gargoyle didn't have time to devote to random rouges. There was much to do in this land before his pack could be made ready to depart. Well, those who were departing with him anyway - though it seemed like just about everyone was. The Timber cross, when he heard the howl that was given - already a good ways into the territory - pinned his ears back, and took his own sweet time in padding over. It wasn't that it hurt to walk, or anything. His injuries had healed completely now, though it seemed he would always have that pink scaring on the inside of his left fore. Just one more beauty mark to add to the list.

When he reached the source of the call, Gargoyle almost broke his usually stotic appearence and hitched up one golden brow. This daring little sliver slip, was no larger than his wife, Ocena. What did she think she was doing, trasping into another pack's territory? She had the scent of redwoods on her - ah, she was Amenti. That settled things. 'Assassain' was probably what she called herself. But was she from the old reign of Newt, or that new reign of the one called Medusa? Thanks to a chance meeting with an ex Amenti slave, Gargoyle was up to date in that pack's political shifts. But whatever this pack wolf had to say, he wished her to say it quickly. "And what do you want?"