Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190520040115/@comment-33229352-20190520043829

The Hyena had much the same goal as the Mamba, actually. After the Jackal had released him from the room he was being held in, he had made it his goal to make a mental map of the place as fast as he could. He had already gotten a good deal of the castle down, which was pretty easy consdering that's all he could really do in the compound; the Jackal wasn't allowing him to leave the island just yet. He was still adjusting to wearing so much armor the majority of the time, and he hated it.

He sighed with annoyance as he found himself back where he started. He kicked the wall, causing a metallic clang to resonate along the stones. "Stupid." he grumbled. What he was calling stupid was a mystery, but it could have been a lot of things at this point.

The Eagle and the Jackal were both in the throne room, murmuring quietly amongst themselves about some scheme or another.

The Raccoon was sitting on a stool in his workstation, carving a small piece of obsidian. It was much too small to be anything important. He would sometimes glance up and see who was in the room, but for the most part he didn't much care about who was near him.