Stavanger Bay Cradles in the trees,

Umbra’s call was not to be taken lightly. Her voice carried a notable urgency to it. And so, with a soft huff, the man cut short his daily patrol to go investigate the commotion.

Soon, he identified two black figures in the distance. It seemed Vanity had already beaten him to it. More members were bound to arrive shortly, he was pleased to find at least he wasn’t the last. He trotted forth, ears perked—gaze focused on their shapes. Tahoe stopped a comfortable distance away from them, giving a nod of acknowledgment, awaiting the co-leader’s announcement.