Everyone's missing, but at least the scouts are back

Sparrow's call today was much more emergent-sounding then the others of past and Artisan hurried to answer, arriving out of breath and panting hard but seemingly before any others. "Where's the fire!?" He croaked, glancing around the empty cavern and noticing that there seemed to be nothing immediately threatening them. He spread his limbs, sliding down until his stomach hit the cold floor and peering up at his awaiting alpha. "The fuck, Sparrow?" This was just a normal meeting? well, at least he was here - and first!

To her question Artisan shrugged (as best as he could from the ground). "The fish-looking wolves in the south have just... bamboo. Bamboo and bamboo and more bamboo and the shit is like supernaturally strong so you can't even cut it down and take any. Not worth our time, I don't think."

"Speech"