It's all in your head... (joining)

[Gotham]

A Senyo male picked his way carefully through the jungle undergrowth. While normally very stealthy, at this point he wanted to be found, so he made no move to hide his movements. He didn’t really like this area, but it was likely to serve his needs. He needed information. He always needed information. And this seemed to be the surest and safest way to get it. His blue butterfly wings stood out from his nearly black coat. His nose twitched at the strange scents in the area. Among the well known odors of blood and death there was the smell of wolves of various breeds. He had heard whispers of this pack, this Mafia they called themselves. They were steadily growing in number it seemed and soon he might count himself among them. While their methods seemed base for the most part, he realized he couldn’t be choosey in this regard. What other pack would welcome a spy into their midst?

Gotham needed protection in case his search for information got him into trouble. He needed a pack to back him up. And packs often needed information. And Gotham had certain gifts that made him a natural information gatherer. As far as he was aware, there was no better spy than he. Now he simply had to convince this Mafia of that fact.

[Flynn]

Another day another patrol dig. The shrew myou was carrying more chewed up bones down the Gambit path, trying to find a suitable location to bury them. He had half a mind to throw theses remains into the Sinkhole, but that was more trouble than it was worth for a half blind wolf. The next carcass he would toss in there for certain through, as long as he had eyes to help him out.

He paused at one location, it didn't look like it had been disturbed in a while. He scratched at the hardened dirt with a dexterous paw. No not here. Not yet. He kept moving a few more yards and paused again, the ground gave a little this time. This will do.

Just as he decided though, his ears quivered at a strange noise. He froze, listening, scenting the air. All he could smell were the freshly cleaned bones in his mouth. He quietly set them down and tried sniffing the air again. A strange wolf was near. The scrawny wolf bristled with anticipation. He finally pinpointed the noise and scent and glared into the underbrush, trying to see signs of movement.

All he could see, once he did, were a few shadowy pillars moving toward him. It looked vaguely like the bones he had at his feet, depth wise. Were skeletons moving around? Flynn was a little confused, then it reminded him of someone. "Legs?" He called almost as a growl. No it wasn't Anya.

He curled his lip back, exposing his red capped fangs. The only hint to his toxic mouth. "Who's there?" He called with as menacing a tone he could muster.