It was a strange feeling, having things go according to plan. Rends wasn't quite sure how he felt about it the morning after Nightclaw's dethroning. He had an odd feeling that someone was going to try and cut his throat out of spite, but all around the Caern seemed to be more alive and energetic than he'd seen it before.
After a quick breakfast of grits he set out to see what help he could lend to the preparations of Houston's purging or Nightclaw's execution, and to see if he could enlist some help on a task of his own. He found Brave in War as he was exiting the Fianna cabin, heading off to the Caern heart on some errand.
"Brave in War! Holt up a minute. I's got somethin' I'd like to shoot by you."
Rends jogged up to the older Ahroun, tipping his hat in greeting.
"Listen, I know you's busy and all but I was thinkin' maybe some of your boys would like to get their claws wet before we get started in Houston. We got a good lead on a couple hideouts fer the Weeping Moon Society; a bunch of witches my pack's been chasin' all across the Republic. We hit 'em hard in Houston, but they's gone to ground and I wanna hit 'em before they can catch their breath. Problem is they got two hideouts, and I only got one pack. Reckon you know someone what can help me out?"
He flashes a toothy, knowing grin.