In a room high atop the trees stood both the **<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F2c%2F2a%2Fe0%2F2c2ae0a45b3e807c2e5b37afdb28ce4c.jpg&amp;hash=d22355069b853c7116b48fcc54a47d76" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/2a/e0/2c2ae0a45b3e807c2e5b37afdb28ce4c.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">fox</a>** and chief, a wooden table between them with an array of papers spread upon its surface. Among them was a map depicting the current territorial boundaries of the five clans. The forest was outlined by patches of greens and rough sketches of trees. That was where the Silva Clan took rook with Hesutu as it’s current leader and chief. To the northeast in the wide open grasslands roamed the Cavallo Clan where powerful tribes that ran like the wind made the green plains their home.<br/><br/>The two factions have been on good standing since the beginning of the tribal strifes. Farther east is a land covered with fine sand so loose and thin that it would swallow up any man that dares to set foot in it. All except those of the Koraha clan. Tribes of scales and stealth make the unforgiving region their own. They're a mysterious group of people, sticking only with their own and rarely leaving the sand that birthed them. During the strife, they remained largely neutral but didn’t hesitate to fend off those who wanted to encroach on their home.<br/><br/>Spanning much of the north stood the towering mountains and among the cold and snow are those of the proud Nix Clan. They had been largely successful during the strife, overtaking a large portion of the grasslands all the way to the southern savannas of the Liber Clan; a peaceful mix of tribes that lived primarily off the land as well as trading with those of the other tribes. If it wasn’t for the intervention of the Silva’s they might’ve completely overtaken half the continent.<br/><br/>In the end, they were pushed back to the mountains. Ever since then the Nix and Silva Clan have had continuous little battles on the outskirts of their territory. The support of the grassland tribes has prevented the situation from escalating any further. Recently, however, the Nix have become bolder, having nearly burned down an acre of woodland. The latter had been the breaking point for some, especially for those who had lost their homes in the relentless blaze. The action had no doubt broken the peace treaty between the two clans but to wage another battle so soon after the last would put a considerable strain among the Silva.<br/><br/>Then there were the Sky people. It would no longer be safe for them within the forest and turning them away could mean the collapse of their entire species.<br/><br/>“-sutu...Hesutu!”<br/><br/>The latter glanced up, brow furrowing as he noticed the large smirk etched across the fox’s face.<br/><br/>“Distracted?”<br/><br/>A sharp glare only made Kitchi laugh as he paced leisurely around the table. Upon reaching Hesutu’s side he leaned in close, near enough to brush skin to skin before abruptly snatching a little wooden carving of a bird off the map. The chief remained unperturbed, seemingly used to his second in commands mannerisms.<br/><br/>“They’re going to become a liability once this war begins.”<br/><br/>“It won’t come to that.”<br/><br/>“And if it does?”<br/><br/>Silence. Kitchi sighed, placing the wooden bird right in between those of the Nix and Silvas. Being the lone piece it appeared so insignificant among the multitude of miniatures. The representation was obvious.<br/><br/>“They have to return home.”<br/><br/>“And what home do you speak of, Kitchi? They can no longer return to the skies.”<br/><br/>The fox hissed as he bared his fangs in frustration. “Your kindness is not above reason!”<br/><br/>That earned him a melancholy smile. Amber irises constricted into pinpricks as they flared with a depth of irritation. Kitchi turned, ready to express his dissatisfaction but the moment he opened his mouth the anger seemed to seep out of him, extinguishing the unruly fire within. Instead, a resigned sigh escaped. As Kitchi looked up the familiar smirk was back in place.<br/><br/>“...But it is why I will follow you, no matter what decision is made.”<br/><br/>Hesutu moved forward and placed a hand on his companion's shoulder. Although it was unspoken the solidarity between the two men was evident.<br/><br/>Down below **<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F88%2Fd6%2Fe6%2F88d6e6429916ef2e3f743a3307ec1ec8.jpg&amp;hash=fea6d388a435e34c3770290be3e7a02a" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/d6/e6/88d6e6429916ef2e3f743a3307ec1ec8.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Tokota</a>** watched the procession of beautiful wings from afar. While he was admittedly easily dazzled never before had he been so mesmerized by the abundant flurry of feathers. A pair of golden, flowing plumes had without a doubt caught the antelopes eyes the most. Unbeknownst to the young man he had gotten closer and closer to the group, hiding quite obviously behind and peeking over passing villagers. When the company began to split he unconsciously pushed forward, hesitation clear as he panicked over which to follow.<br/><br/>The decision, however, was made for him as he tripped over a fellow tribesman foot and unfortunately began falling face first. The last thing he saw was blonde tufts among orange and dark brown feathers before his vision was entirely enveloped in them.