Call to arms

Reaper heard the call of his Queen from deep within the forest. His red tipped ears swiveled to catch the song. His gate turned up into a tarot as he trotted his way towards the sound of the howl. When he reached the area, he dipped his head respectfully towards the Queen of Hell. "My Queen." He bowed slightly before straightening. He would then wait patiently to see who else would arrive for the session.

Once the others gathered, he would be quite the listen with intent as Widow spoke. She wanted to know the advantages and disadvantages of being in such a wide open space. Reaper racked his brain for answers. "We're more exposed out here. One disadvantage would be that there is no cover to hide ourselves but that is also an advantage to us as our enemy cannot hide either." He spoke out loud, directing his words to the Queen.