Thirty minutes passed, Joel was in front of his cabin, stretching as he readied himself for a bit of training. He knew it was probable he wouldn't have the time though, especially if Girava got the majority of the clan to agree that kidnapping a medic was the best option. Joel himself wasn't too sure about the idea, although he didn't completely oppose it either. They were desperate, mainly because there was a slight outbreak in the clan, an illness that was beginning to shut down the immune systems of the weak.
Joel didn't have much choice, it wasn't in his nature to cause trouble with another clan but if he didn't, most of his own would die in a matter of weeks.
A strong nudge gains Joel's attention, glancing down and letting out a deep breath when blue eyes peer up at him. "Morning Accalia." Tachibana ran his fingers through his wolfs fur, watching as she bows her upper body down to stretch before yawning widely.
"You have no manners." Joel chuckled, walking ahead towards the group of people nearby, a slight frown caressing his features when Girava walks towards him.
"Whats the news?"
"Majority voted. We're going to grab the beta as soon we as can. Supposedly they are already suspicious about us..."
"How?" Joel snapped, his concern and anger growing. "Who told them?"
"No idea. But we're leaving before we eat, the faster we go the better it'll be."
Nodding his head, Joel takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair, placing a hand on the scabbard of his sword and glancing at Accalia. "We have a person to track, you think you can do it?"
The dark wolf's eyes lit up as she quickly turned and put her tail up proudly while letting out a short bark of approval, heading towards the nearby forest, Joel soon following.
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