Redhawk Caldera I'm drunk on a plane

@Ruenna was on his mind that evening, the woman had been chosen quite sometime ago to be regent of the caldera. With her position of power Sifaka knew befriending her would be of great use, his intentions were not to make her a pawn but simply an ally. Friends in high places gave him advantages in his past and he decided the befriending tool was to be applied wherever he went. It was not malicious, though Sifaka did see himself in brighter light than others, he knew better than to be the puppeteer or the puppet for that matter.
The recent drama of pack relations with their allies had greatly indulged the mans curiosity, a simple squabble blown up into larger proportions than truly need be. It was trivial fights from bored pack members looking to brew excitement in their dull little lives, or so Sifaka thought. He wasn't completely in the know of everything going on in the pack, rather for the last two weeks he's failed to find the energy to delve into the thick of it. Filling caches and marking borders appeared more palatable for the lion but the lack of excitement was beginning to dull the man. His demeanor was growing tame, he wasn't appreciative of the new attitude his body and mind was holding. It was time to do something about it but first he needed to gain more information, of any kind really. Anything to get him back into the loop.

Ruenna emerged with greetings, her hind limp accompanying her per usual. Sifaka paid no mind to it, not caring to inquire more about it. The lion rumbled a greeting in return, "Evening." His stark yellow orbs sought Ruennas similarly colored irises. The regent questioned him, requesting an assessment on the state of borders. Sifakas ears twirled towards her curiously, he hadn't expected her to inquire about his latest encounters on patrol. Still, he would oblige her; though the details were banal.

"Nothing of urgent dangers, coyote scents lingered on the border not long ago but have since dissipated. Things are too quiet for my comfort." His eyes shifted to the outer layers of forest, they scoured the land for a blemish, scrutinizing it before returning to her eyes. "I intended to find you with questions of my own, mainly what has been happening with our pack. I have only heard rumblings of the latest quarrels." A low roll of laughter emitted from his chest, his days of yore brought to him pleasant memories of witless brawls over minute issues. What a time for the then young lion.

The lion listened, his ears occasionally swiveling in every direction once prompted by unknown sounds which quickly where dismissed as naturally occurring. The Niamh woman had surfaced once again, an intriguing notion that was quickly soured by her presumptuous death but Sifaka still held the same reprimands for her actions as before. Then there was Reyes, a heathen and contaminate to the Redhawk clan, the domino that fell from highs untold and created a deadly ripple. The mans expression was stoic, nearly void of any emotion. Yet, anger lingered in his partial frown, hearing their so called allies harbored the offender sent heat ripping across his skin.
"These allies are protecting this cretin? What for? He has slighted the heirs to the Caldera and supposedly killed a member of this clan. What have we done to prosecute the man?" He seethed. Anger boiled just beneath the surface of his face, only held back by the willful composure Sifaka chained it to. He could not understand the gall their allies had to keep a delinquent within their ranks, it was detestable.