Etain snuggled close to Joshua and Hinata. Her tail switched slightly in satisfaction and contentment, and she felt a bit of warmth flicker at the edges of her mostly cold and hardened heart. Is this what it's like to have a family? "You're probably on to something, oh Grand One. It'd make sense to have a Sandeye's help -- especially one directly related to the Jared-sarus." Katsuke chuckled slightly, and sat back against a tree root, shaking loose a few droplets of rain onto his ears and face. He blew the water from his snout. "You know, my father fought next to him . . ." Jurou felt Sariah's paw slam into his stomach, his muscles tightening at the point of impact in seconds to keep the wind from being knocked out of him. Wasn't ready for that, he thought, gritting his teeth, then ducked as he saw the kicks coming up towards him. One flew over his head, and the other glanced against his arm as he brought it up into a simple high-block. The rain dripped down his neck as he felt a smile start to spread across his face. His fangs flashed as he stood and grinned, took a steady stance once more, but then adjusted his back paw slightly, pulled his front leg in towards him, and crouched down slightly. Katsuke noticed the fight's sudden beginning and almost jumped up, then remembered the branches filled with water right above him. "Go easy, Rouki!" he yelled. Etain cocked her head in slight confusion. "Go easy? He just got beat up!" she giggled The bigger fox turned slightly towards her, a bit perplexed, then nodded in realization. "You've never seen him fight, have you? Off in the North, you were." He scratched his ear and looked back towards the two sparring individuals through the pouring stormwater. "Just watch." Jurou held his pose, his front paw barely resting on the ground. He sighed at Katsuke. "I am!" he muttered. The smile faded a bit, though still present as a smirk, and he cracked his neck back and forth. "Nice shot." He looked Sariah up and down. "You've got a lot of strength in you." He flexed his paws a bit and flicked his tail. "Do it again?" His smile faded as he started circling the young squirrelmaid. "He's not doing anything," Etain complained. "Shhh," Katsuke hushed, and went to flick her ear, then noticed the look in her eye and thought better of it. A shiver went down his spine, but he ignored it. Creepy, he thought. Abram sighed, and his tail curled in displeasure. "But how do we know when the right moment is?" he demanded. He stood and joined his companion on the other side of the table, looking down at the map of the Islands and Senshan, as well as whatever of Mossflower Sevris had thought to add to their plans. "It's moments like these I wished I had that . . . metal stuff you Kannekans put on your legs. I want to smash something," he muttered. He skimmed over the Islands on the map. He finally walked to the entrance of the tent, and whipped aside the flap that separated them from the winds outside. Rows and rows of short military-style tents lined the horizon, crushing the undergrowth that hadn't already been burned down and interlacing with the remaining groves of tropical trees that made up the cover that had previously concealed a large number of archers from the Eseltharis rebels. Campfires held off the oncoming night cold and darkness with an orange-ish sort of glow. The smell of cooking meat filled the humid air, and as Abram sniffed at it, he could also taste the leftover embers that burned to the south of them, carrying omens of death to any creatures that still wished to defy them. He grinned savagely. "If what you say is true, Sevris . . . these next few weeks will be ones that nobeast will ever forget." And the black squirrel laughed a cold, bitter, chilling laugh that would make the fur of any sane creature stand on end. Elsewhere, Katsuke got a sudden chill. He pressed his fur down on his neck, a feeling of dread playing at the edges of his consciousness. "Why do I get the feeling that something really bad is coming?" he asked himself.