revenge is a dish best served cold

Lament knew he would do whatever he must to protect this place he had decided to call home. When the call of his Shogun rang out, he returned quickly to his den. Grabbing his newly crafted obsidian gloves, and placing them over his paws. He stretched his knuckles, feeling the weight of them and knew they would soon be getting their trial. His bracers he rarely took off, and were already in place. As he did this, his Golden Pheasant hopped onto his back. Her long, colorful plumage trailing down his pack. His caracal got up with a stretch and pressed into his side. Their wordless support was all he needed.

He nodded his head to his companions, and moved out of the den and fell into a tireless lope to the meeting place his leader had chosen. He placed himself near Plague, a wolf he was familiar with and respected, before looking to Hattori. He was ready, whatever this day would bring.

"Speech"