Lionne. Interesting was probably the only word Leona had to describe the way she had more or less acquired a few children to mentor in such a short period of time. While not an official teacher by any means, they still came for knowledge and Leona would not turn them away. The woman found simple relief in being on her own, of course. After enough time with only her own mind to amuse her and supply the daily plan, it was exhausting to interact with children. For now, Leona was a stationary item in the courtyard while she observed what went on around her and contemplated the best route to take with her day. Perhaps hunting would be a viable option? If not, training was always a close second. Third, of course, was simply scouting the land at the base of the mountain to catalogue any changes in profligate movement. Normally, there were no change to record. Maybe today? Ho hum.

Harlaquin calmly lets lionne know that she has assited in the capture of a new member as she steadily walks past.

Stoneheart took shelter and sanctuary and imprisonment all at once by keeping to himself underneath a slanted slate as the morning drizzled both a cold winter rain and the ever so present Legion members. His eyes peeked out, without movement of body, towards each moving soul as they returned or exhumed themselves to daily tasks.  It was a silent day, perhaps his silence was loudest of all. Mindful of growling stomach.

Despoina's night had been spent in guarding the newest of additions, children kept within confines whilst seperated from the profligatory captives that did dot their courtyard. The set of girls were set to be watched for a short while, until they had come to terms with the new regimen that Legion's youth did require. Placement was firm just outside the hollow of rock, carved over the years to implicate a place of rest, or the dwelling of imprisoned wastrels, while weather did little to deter her. Stoic form was rigid and tense, movement shown in occassional blink to moisten the dim of orbs, or remove the drip of rain, rolling from one point to the next in scanning their court. Mistress was fit to spend hours at the post, unmoving in her form as skin was taught across the tension of muscles, smoothing over the stretch of ligaments, while fur and flesh alike were so drenched in the fall of heavens, and gracefully laxing upon her features. Facial nerves seemed dead, in form of expression, void of any as neither rain nor chill seemed to disturb her. Company was had in the form of Leona, rarely glancing upon fellow associate, to glide her visions across figure in curious scanning, before turning back to the distance of landscape. This had gone on for some time now, silence held between the two as Stoneheart did linger in their background, yet acknowledged yet still discerned, before Hera did come to break the hush of noise in offered report. "Ave," Cracked galss did shatter in the sound of her voice, splitting the thick of air with the first of words as she called over gentle pitter patter of droplets. Was it awkward? Not in the slightest. Madam was rather at ease in the quiet, among the masses or in her own solitude.

Lionne seemed unperturbed by the cool rain as it collected in her fur. The statue simply let the collecting water droplets wait for gravity to move them toward the ground again. Amber eyes were marking all necessary information in her mind. Heva's information only pulled an ear to receive her words before she was dismissed to continue on with her day. With an 'Ave' and a 'Vale, dismissed' to basically disrupt her silence, the tawny woman seemed just as content with this silence as Despoina was. Even as they observed the land directly in sight and listened to all the world had to offer, very little actually needed to be said between them. This was their natural state of being. There had been little else to properly respond to while silence remained otherwise unbroken save for the fall of rain to stone. And, really, what did they need to say? Leona was the observer and Despoina was the gatekeeper.

Qwen sat beneath a ledge with her head leaning against the rock in an effort to keep the water out of her eyes. Rear end and back were sopping wet, but her front remained mostly dry. Ears turned out to the side as she simply watched the water cummulate and begin to form rivers through the stone, following paths that the rainwater had been following for years by now. A gust of wind caused a shiver to run down her spine and head lowered slightly, peering at the paws of Leona and Desp from under the edge of her weather barrier. The sound of a familiar rasping voice bid her to stand and travel the short distance to sit between the pair, ears slicked back against her head in silent dismay at being soaked. Her guard hairs had developed along her body, but her fur wasn't nearly as thick as an adult's. She was cold, and miserable, but she wanted to be out here, with them, so suffer she must.

Harlaquin chimera toned female would gaze upon the silent courtyard as she found a spot for herself to sit, the heavy silence making the usually bubbly child who was predictable as a huricane in a rainstorm as quiet as a mouse, just waiting for that someone to go and break the silence that hung to the point of visibility in the air. New and old faces where taken in pink eyes scanning there surfaces with her pup like curiousity but until shit happened Heva would be silent.

Stoneheart felt his patience wane with the storm's gall, but broken when the silence was tampered with by the idle chitchat of the three pudenas in the court. Opportunity saw to it they were idle, resting, wasting away on the rock contently that he would take his chance. Wasteland tripod became mechincanically upright, not even pausing to shake off the damp, but in a casual manner started his turtle's canter away from the group to satisfy his growing hunger. What use was a prisoner to them? If he alone was enough to provide distraction from their phallic impersonations, he'd pause his stride and peer with his maw over nub, "Privet.... Ave; Going out." Grunt.

Despoina found no response from the growing mass of bodies, aside appearance of child to attend her greeting. Ears would rotate in barely a degree, more mistaken as a flinch than actual motion to curve forwards and better appreciate youth's dismal appearance. Lids would fall and rise like shutter of camera, clearing the slick of her irises before allowing vivid hues to gaze upon wandering dissolute. "You are to remain within immediate vicinity." He was a captive, after all, and though Caesar was yet to give appearance and judgement, he was made to remain. "There is food within your reach, water should you thirst, and great space should you need releive yourself." There was no reason for him to wander, and no reason to give chase. He wasn't the fastest, and didn't seem the ignorant type, to venture a chance at escape. Though any further steps would bring her to rise in casual manner, trotting forwards to cut off movement and stand within his decided path. Despoina proved rather agile for such a large and hefty creature, gracefully leaping to interception and guiding him back, with force, if need be. Otherwise, she would keep her seat, content to await his inevitable reconsideration, given his options. Another batting of lashes and she would snort, bucking her head in the shortest instance, should child look her way. "Come." Paws would widen an inch, either direction, though she had no will to shift her weight forward and provide further room. Child would make do with that she had, should she even accept the offerance of warmth.

Lionne. Movement from the captive simply drew her focus sharply and it was Despoina that filled in the space with the necessary words. Since there was no need to repeat it, she instead set to simply watching for the response. Leona was not one to react with tooth and bark, after all, and with Despoina carrying what she lacked in sheer bulk it made sense that Despoina was the one to move first should it be necessary. Instead, Leona simply flicked free some of the moisture that has collected on her ears and, in the wake of his response, would either shift to stand as necessary or remain in place and observe the way Despoina offered warmth against the bite of the weather to Heva. Real conversationalist, this one.

Qwen hardly desired confinement to the courtyard all day, so when their prisoner of war - whom she believed to simply be another member of the Legion - prepared to leave, green flecked eyes instantly locked onto the befallen man's figure. Hey, where was he going? She wanted to go. Gaze flicked up to Desp's face with excitement glowing in her face, only to find the calm disapproval etched in the dark features above her. For a long moment she would watch the exchange, the show of body language and the way in which the commands were delegated. If nothing physical occured, she'd find Desp's paw lifted so that she might crawl underneath the larger woman, which she promptly did, demeanor instantly brightened by this new turn of event. Bum planted against the stone and she carefully formed her shape to fit beneath the large woman, easily done considering her pixie-like stature. Head propped up against the silvered chest, the red girl was a stark pop of color against the greyscale backdrop. Commencing a mimicry of the cool gargoyle and her tawny partner, she tried to make her features look apathetic and stern. In reality, she probably appeared pissed off, constipated, or otherwise ridiculous in her offhand attempts.

Harlaquin just lays there and watches the scene unfold, cause des has it, shes a pup and would hardly be intimidating telling someone who was fully grown capture or not they had to stay. Little tail would wag back and forth.Stoneheart promptly listened in his momentary frozen state before he shrugged to continue his locomotion into the refreshed forest. He wasnt told who was who, and what they do, so if anyone would stop him, it would prove who was the more negotiable, or the entire group was lax about victimized strangers in thier mists. However, his opportunity was adjusted by Despo, which he lightly bumped his shoulder into and back stepping as if he had not seen her there. She was going all snarly snarly pretty quick here, so he had to disfuse the situation. " Okay. I stay. " Perhaps it was to be assumed that she ment immediate vencity ment on her backside. Eyebrow wiggle. Attention was flicked to catlike Qwen in her cute mannerisms, that he felt sympathic in excitment being denied. Turned around to sniff around the rocks and stuff for scraps. Ick.

Despoina refrained from any use of violence, rather indisposed in the need to follow, thus keeping her seat. Even if she had need to pursue, she wouldn't bother a reveal of aggression, nor even show of teeth, instead relying on the fact that little would be needed. No surprise was held when he hadn't heard, flaring her nostrils wit a narrow of visions, "Profligate." Word was called much louder now, to snap him from his daze, tipping head back to allow the water to run from her crown and to the valley on her snout, teetering along the edge before finding a side to then slither down. If he still persisted, should would press forwards into a walk, nary bothering to stand before growing mobile. Body moved to stand in his way, staring down upon the deafened child through hooded glower, partial in expense of weather and by lack of concern. She was entirely neutral, apathetic in demeanor as head was high above her thickened neck, drooping forwards to peer down at him and offer aid in his confusion. When he would finally come to turn, she would wait, standing where with an air of laze, to eventually follow once his return was complete. Placement was regained, beckoning child close and effortlessly returning to her hardened stare of the lands far below. A though would occur, slipping past her mind for but a moment, in allowing the idea to formulate into full fleged epiphany. "Perhaps we will induct a spar." Words were stern above the dappled stone, lifting to be heard o'er the beating of rain against rock.

Qwen noted the heated exchange between profligate and Legionary, careful to keep present seat during observation. Proceeding as normal when he turned and returned to sniffing around the courtyard for something to eat, an ear flicked atop the red child's head when Mistress spoke of violent arts. Who would be participating in this event? Did she mean the pair of them? Or did she mean Qwen? The girl peered to the silent Leona and the wandering wastrel, silent as ever.

Stoneheart only took the single step before he was hooked by a nasty sounding word that held no meaning for him. He turned to peer backwards, and noticed how round and deep her eyes were. Was it a compliment? A sweet nothing she was boldly attempted?  Awaiting  her akward silence for anything more, but the thought was final and spontanous. Then she seemed like she was struggling with hotheaded thoughts and couldn't help herself any more  of his lovely features when she turned away. Deepened eyebrows tilted ever slightly on his shaggy head when she suggested a spar. Is she really flirting with him or what. Grumpy, he frowned and softly shook his head, "You deserve a stronger opponent." Weighted pause, "Who do I have to talk to be with my family." Any that were alive yet.

Lionne. The exchange was... bizzare. Leona really had very poor understanding of the finer mechanics of interaction. Watching, listening, those were easy. Blending in, that was easy enough too. That had all been prior to returning to the mountain. Down in the valley and beyond behavior could be almost anticipated. Territory was protected, food was coveted, and everyone chose to live oblivious to their neighbor which was ultimately a boring thing to see. Even those that reacted more... aggressively with their environment still ranked boring for that was just as anticipated as the benign packs. With a light exhale, Leona shifted her focus to Despoina to see what her response would be. But, for now, she'd weigh in on the second component. "You will receive Caesar's verdict." Simple delivery came like a judge's gavel: swift, clipped, no room for any extra inflection.

Despoina's neck craned to face her snout towards the outsider, offering a solitary flash of lids as her hardened features bore no resemblance to any true expression. What. "I would not think to spar with you, unless you so requested." Ear flicked nonchalantly, twisting herself forwards one more to face the estranged Legionary. "I speak of myself, and Legionary Leona. To the children," Glance would be made to Heva's silent form, then unto the smalest figure at her stomach, before rising back up to the general public. "And any others that wish to participate." This would be held as a referance to the remaining members, if any were present, in acceptance to their regards. "To be determined in future combat, within the Arena." It had been some time since the bulk of earth and stone had been put to use, faded blood and remains scattered throughout the cratered cage, in better signifying the years that had passed in lack of activity. It was shameful to see such a majesty left to rot, withered away by the elements as chips and stains littered its rostrum like ancient motif. No words would be brought to Leona's response, both informative and blunt, by leaving little to be questioned. He would no doubt ponder the appointment of such a date, and with it, the whereabouts of Caesar himself, but such would fall within the category of their answer.

Qwen, cradled warmly beneath Desp, glanced to the mentioned pup, older thus bigger than herself, but hardly detered by the suggestion. However, a lack of reponse from the other had her dismissing the idea altogether. If she wasn't interested, then Qwen certainly wasn't, either. Besides, she'd probably learn more from watching the two women rather than bumbling around with zero clue as to what she was doing.

Blane crawled out of the stonework that majorly created the lot of Legion's home. Cold, hard place, much like it's people. Blane was as he'd always had been, gaunt, sinewy muscle with skin pulled taut over it to give the appearance of something alive rather than dead. Sunken eyes cracked open once in the open air, black lips peeling back to reveal gums just as stained, even as head lifted back sharply to howl a piercing, undulating cry. The ghoul was here, yet that seemed to be all there was.

Stoneheart remained unmoved by Desp's squint at him and rejection of spar. It flattered him that she didn't want to maim his exquiste features anymore than they had been. His eyes glanced cooly at her before his attention was rewarded by the other that chose to break the lifeless silence. Good. He sternly nodded and just assumed Caesar was their Tsar. Didn't help him find this person sooner. A howl broke the gooey calm and he perked up. Oh good blane was alive. His tail waved as he pampered his legs up into the crags for the source where he would mar Blane's face with a quick lick and rub before prancing back down the valley, already attempting to bypass Des again at another attempt to hunt for fresh food.

Swoop... Beast of feather was silent upon the cool air. Hallow bones and thick fuzzy feathers made for eerie silence. Critter was a large one despite some of the birds in the family tree. Being a barn owl she was stunning. Creamed feathers with lighter and darker accents. What set her apart from most was the cunning amethyst gaze. Ears located on the sides of her head were hidden beneath the fine feathers that covered her flesh and skull. It was probably best that way, considering they were crooked. Not by defect, but by design. Sounds came in and out of the little holes, and her head shifted upon shoulders as she took her silent flight. Wing flap by wing flap, she made her way around the mighty mountain- Until she heard a horrid cry. Ughhhh-... Wait a minute. Heart raced, and the critter took a dive, allowing the chilly air to catch her wings until she found herself on top of the wolf pack. Lo and behold, there he was. The youth she had met. The youth who also burned down her childhood home. With grace she'd find a nice ledge to perch on, and look down upon the thick framed male and the wolves near him. She remained silent, however. When she landed she made not a sound. She was most likely seen, but that was fine. High in the mountain top she sat... Watching.

Lionne. The following silence was broken by the howl from the other captive. A simple glance would acknowledge and simply catalogue the change in the environment around her. The flight of the owl, too, would be marked as a movement in the otherwise wet and quiet world around them. Amber eyes finally shifted to fall back on Desp and the profligate so determined to hear what the woman said and promptly ignore the information that food and water were already within reach. Or, well, she would be thinking that if she knew that was what his drive was. It still applied that she remained unimpressed by his drive to continually defy that he was to wait for Caesar's word before he could depart from the mountain courtyard and reach the valley and beyond. She simply flicked a wet ear against the rain.

Despoina was unmoved by the attempt at symphony, glancing over to the derker whelp as he exited den and came into existence. She was no less callous to he than she were to the others, blank stare made before rising and folowing Stone. Silence was a greater virtue, ghosting across the earth to near behind him in a lofty gait that embodied speed and stealth. Snap was made this time, lifting her body but an inch off the ground and aiming at his scruff, to grasp the thick skin of his nape. No cruel pressure was applied, piercing fangs nor violent squeeze made in her approach. A simple move to grab him by the baggy flesh and pull him down, in force, against the earth. A kindness, to do so upon his greater side. He was a Captive, though not in to the name of rank. She gave no snarl, nor show of fangs, in her bound, keeping just as tranquil as her pursuit until hold was had. Only the faintest rumble of a growl within the depth's of her chest, rolling low and deep like thunder through the furthest reaches of the valley, would sound upon contact. Hearty bitch would pull, again, had he refused, reaching with paw to hold his own down and yank again, effectively tipping him over without a second limb to catch. Such actions would only be had if he gave no whine nor offer to submit. From there, she made for pin, releasing should he 'lax and allowing him freedom to rest. "You are to stay within the confines of the courtyard. Further attempt will have you marked for death. Be wise, and await your trial." Tone was as even and objective as any other, her gaze hard and fixed to drill holes into his own set of sockets. Yet words would not even be spoken, had he resisted in any way, keeping what grasp she had, if any, and moving to climb atop him. Force would then be used to knock him down, applying the weight of her mass and shoving him hellbound. Still, such actions would be accounted for, if she had attained his scruff, using advantage against him by means of leverage. Violence was only needed when civil justice was wrought into such. Otherwise, there was no need for such actions, had he only made to yield.

Qwen excused herself from the spot that Desp vacated in pursuit of the Legion's persistent guest. Making for the nearest outcrop, she again settled beneath the stone to keep the rain out of her eyes and away from her pelt. Soon enough she'd be forced to go inside the den lest she start shivering and turning into an absolutely pathetic mess. For now, though, she was content to sit in Leona's shadow and watch as another body entered the courtyard and winged fellow dropped out of the dreary grey sky onto the rocks above.

Blane noted the living beings near, not even ten pawsteps away. Tongue flicked out of his maw, tasting metal, before twitchy digits flexed, digging blunt claws into the rough scree of the mountain's floor. Fur soon turned soaking wet, crystal tears falling from limp fur as ribs and definition lay revealed with newfound vulnerability thanks to his now sans fluff. Tail curled over his rump, eyes of steely frost darting to meet the child as she moved to find proper sanctuary beneath another of Legion. frozen breath seeped from maw as it parted, ghosting over Stone's face as he drew near for the kissus. To which the grim yearling obliged and returned, smiling faintly. "Brat, ya rad, chto vy yeshche ne bessmertna...." He whispered, before looking up as a breeze stirred him right down to the bone. "Hooty..." Blane murmured, voice hollow and drawn. Two tentative steps would be taken toward the tree, tail giving a small wag. "I thought I'd never see you again," Of course, things were rarely ever peaceful. Even as mist began to shift and roil about them, obscuring paws and wrists. Des made it a point to take after Stone, who was hellbent on filling his aching tum. Blane acted immediately, kicking off the ground to gain quick velocity and sprint after her. Her silken creep was swift to be over taken, but the moment impact was a possibility. Blane cleared her form in a leap. He'd slow to a canter and come to a stop beside Stone. If she wished to grab hold of his brothers scruff, then she'd do so, lest Stone worked around it. But any attempts to see Stone to the ground Blane would counter, pressing his own side into that of his siblings. Meanwhile smile would broaden, and eyes would crinkle. "Please. I think we get the point." Do anything not warranted, snap snap snap.

Stoneheart would reunite pleasantly with blane, glad that his brother smelled of blood but not of death's cursed grip, a complete agreement to the words that were uttered. The raptor of prey silently stalked to the scene but captured Blane's eye with a glint, edging Stone's own attention to follow. Course, on pivet of fore arm, the pro-profiligate girl was upon him and interfereing his personal space. Leagues of ambush prone life got him to back up and lash a snapping snarl into the air to brush her away from his forelorn hood. Bewildered and excited confusion was fashioned to his expression, furrow browed and narrowed to glare at Des with dire questioning in his eyes. Blane was at his side in moments, instantly it almost seemed but then she spewed a keen threat to him. Whoever she was, not someone of great rank she wanted to be, was ushering a serious tone that would be questioned to other legion on the certainty of her words without breaking them for a bit of rabbit. Stoneheart was just playing, but she was taking no faith into him for waiting days for this event to occur for an answer from Lionne for his patience. Fine. So it shall be, the captives shall lick the leavings of the giant pack, perhaps the meat was better with a bit of hope knowing that their leader would be back sooner than later. Coyly he murred while avoiding her face, "Understood. I vould appreciate space. " Soon she'll be sleeping on him to make sure he wasn't up to no good sure enough at this rate.

Swoop... Feathered beast was not keen on soft hoots. She was a barn owl, and they screeched! The moment Blane had taken notice of her, her feathers ruffled in pride. His whispered words with thick howler tongue hit her crooked ears. Mind raced, trying to remember vocabulary words between the two. It felt like forever, even though it had not been. He had disappeared again, and now reappeared. Their reunion was short lived. Before she had the chance to try and reply in the mongrel tongue, he was gone. Quick upon paw, and soon at the side of the one being aggressively handled by another. Head would twist upon neck, eyeing the situation before her. The chilling rain rolled down her feathers, but still managed to find it's way to her flesh. She was not of the duck species. Talons upon toed feet dug into her perch as she watched. Wings were lifted, ready to take flight. Throat tightened as she felt the heat of a screech clawing at the back of her throat. Poised, and ready. Feathers started to stand on end, ruffled by the irritation that now heated her chilled flesh. Rain dribbled down her hooked and hard beak, flowing like it did upon the rock's face. She did not like the sudden aggression that surged near her mongrel.

Lionne was a silent observer but not an immobile one. The moment Blane moved to action, Leona was on the move as well to ensure all remained status quo in the situation. He did not move with aggression so there was no need to react accordingly. Instead, her presence was more reminder than actual offensive threat as she stood between continuing on the path and them. "Return to your shelter and eat the meal provided for you." It was not aggressive barking or snapping teeth: more like a casual command because that's just what Leona's natural inflection sounded like. She was bomb diffusal even though there was no bomb here. Despoina was only as 'aggressive' as the situation called for. The more cooperative Stone was the less she had to react. Leona cooly regarded the pair for any signs of them somehow not understanding what she was saying. "Resume your patience and your available shelter and space will remain uninterrupted."

Despoina's approach to the yearling was met with a snap of response, widening her stance to conduct a heavy resounding of her own. Seemed the only way to garner the thick boy's short attention span, gracing his presance with haughty appearance of her own. More intelligible of the duo was quick to aid his accomplice, bounding towards them to attempt diffusion of situation. Gaze would lock upon the darker boy's, giving a gentle snort of breath, allowing the steam to mist around her maw and trail like that of dragon's smoke, puffing further when she spoke, "Clearly not." Muzzle was smooth, where tone made up for her lack of physical que, "You have no reason to leave the court, yet still make for such actions, despite obvious intruction against it." Impassive stance was transformed, collection of limbs pulling together in the slightest, while keping her paws planted some distance, in their own right. "Deliberate disobedience is not taken lightly." Booming vocals were thrown their way, echoed by the loud crack of thunder that so complimented her own thick cords, though still she gave no outward appearance of threatening display. Space was easily acquired, if one would request it under appropriate conditions. "You shall receive it, upon returning to the courtyard." She'd not back down, unenthusiastic at his whispered breath to await his return with equitable posture. There was no real threat, unless demanded of her. As for the owl, bird was utterly ignored, for the moment, and while recognized, had yet to be addressed. Focus was a tad too enveloped within the situation at hand. Leona's assistance was also appreciated, even if she never showed it.

Blane blinked once, the rainwater doing a fine job at keeping his peepers moist. Des's counter argument, if it could even be considered thus. Left Blane feeling less disgruntled... which he hadn't felt in a long time, and more amused. Somehow he felt transported back to early puphood. So much bickering and sidewinding. Not enough open communication. "I beg to differ," Blane said lightly, in a voice as much gracious as lighthearted. "I think the issue is derived from a bit of a rule gap. Vechnyy is used to independence. Legion, however, appears to prefer the buddy system." Or that was his take. He'd look toward either lady for confirmation or denial of this, but if neither gave it... welp, he was free to assume. But with assumptions, came more confusion. Oh well. It was bound to happen, no matter how cordial or unruly they were. "So to prevent this error from occuring repeatedly, maybe we could both benefit with swapping some much needed information? Like... who IS Caesar, why are we waiting for him specfically, and what are we allowed and disallowed to do until he arrives?" Youth would tilt his head ever so slightly, glance taken toward the tree where Swoop was perched. He noted her unhappy ruffling of plumage, and smiled secretly. He remembered that look.

Stoneheart was growing more concerned by the anxiety the Desp was creating, was she after him for something that she wasn't talking about or? Blane was recovering the hot potato nicely with a bit of cool blowing air from Lionne way over there. Poor Qwen had to be a victim to how legion dealt with aggitated captive. Perhaps these two werent aware that the courtyard was considered a much smaller space and were already tresspassing into the illegal territory for 'death penalty'. Tsk what precise control these sentiels had. Tempted to lean into Desp's space for more answers he instead reclined to accept any new information while his eyes bounded upwards to the owl and back around to see what legion was still present.

Swoop... Feathered hoot continued to sit upon her perch. amethyst eyes looked about, those crooked ears taking in the voices of those down below. Head would tilt this way and that, mind racing through all those vocab lessons. Skull was like a library. Books being thrown from shelves in a hard pursuit of information and text that could not be found. Dust particles flying, floating in the dim light of the endless cavern of the feather fends' mind. Thick mongrel tongue, and those who were not Blane, made it even harder to understand. They all had their own dialect and tongue flicks that made this crap irritating. Feathers continued to prickle from flesh, tail spreading out like that of a cat's paw lusting after it's prize. Finally gaze would blink. Rules. She understood the tone in which seemed to rise at the end of Blane's sentences... Questions! Blane was asking questions! Head would tilt this way and which way as she picked up the body language, and tone ques. FINALLY! A book had been thrown open, and it's text bold as day. The language started to find her ears and made a home within her brain. If you don't use it, you lose it! She was starting to understand the situation at wing.

Lionne. If Legion relied on the buddy system then Leona was living her life wrong because it had been more alone and independent than it was reliant on others. She simply shook her head in a small negative. "Your perception is your own." Because Leona was not here to go enforcing her feels on others today.  Then, onward, because information was something Leona could handle. She could swing the necessary lingo. "Whatever term you use to describe your tribe leader will likely be the closest understandable ranking for Caesar. He is lord and emperor of the Legion." It probably worked better than throwing harder to understand lingo. "It is his word that dictates the final judgement. Deliverance of a verdict can come from any of his Officers in his council." At least, this was what she had learned from Nicon. But, moving on. "You are to remain within the boundaries of the courtyard. Food, water, and shelter have been and will continued to be provided." She contemplated the area before she decided to make it even more clear. "Any movement beyond the point where I stand is movement beyond the courtyard." All of Legion were familiar with the landscape. To all others this was just a bunch of rocks. Her position was perhaps just five steps or so away from where the three were clustered and nearby her stood... that rock over there because I cant actually go stand by it so PRETENDING IS FUN i know there's a big rock over there somewhere. She waited to see if further clarification was needed. Yep, calm cool winds here to breathe on you all.

Despoina listened as Blane spoke, giving only the flick of her ear in movement as entirity of her body kept tense and solid in statuesque poise. Did Vechnyy naturally violate their given commands, retching upon the designated outlines and kicking dirt to that which was clearly given? It was no wonder the imprudent tribe had been conquered, showing little in means of judgement and reasoning to instead stomp- nay, calmber, about in the most reprehensible way. Dissolute was hardly a word to describe such heathens, seeming above and beyond that which might describe the decadent group. Caesar be kind, they knew not their sins. Perhaps best to throw them from the mountain now, lest they further spread such unruly and degredated ideals through the world. Had Stone pressed into her bubble, she would show still no care nor concern, simply staring at the boy as he went from one to the next. Leona's desrciption of their King was food for her own, continuing in her stead, "He is the ruler of Legion. Caesar oversees all of the Empire, and all those that submit unto him." It was expected that they held no information to Legion and their standards, but such blatant disrespect was one that could have caught her off guard, given the immense support shown upon capture. Did they dumb down over time, weak genes finally catching up to them? Perhaps, with luck, they might shrivel and die, what with inability to find nourishment but three meters away. "As for you're guidance, which were clearly stated not seconds ago." Eyes turned back to Stoneheart, to clarify for him the most basic, and easily understandable, of demands. "You are not to leave the sanctity of the courtyard." She was tempted to reword it in the absolution of forms, with how thick headed the younger seemed to be. It was decided against, as fellow Legionary physically clarified the furthest reaches to their loving abode. How difficult was it for such a substantially simple rule to be followed? There was room aplenty, as she had even mentioned prior, to both stretch ones legs, relieve oneself, or to even keep busy. However such a lowly degenerate might attempt to do so was for them to determine. There were several meters in any given direction, from the north towards summit, to the south at where they stood, and everwhere in between. Any further, however, and the path became steep and rocky, clearly outlined by the thicker rim of stone, coarse and less treaded, as compared to the worn texture of their base. a clear indicator for the 'end of the line.' Did they understand, yet? Or were they continuing to feign ignornce in hopes to take advantage of such wonderous hospitality.

Blane listened quietly, lest his own voice drown out theirs. Blasted hearing, amirite? Gaze would divert to the rock in question. Ahhh... sort of like a fence post. Ghoulish canine cracked a smile, looking back to Des as she too added her two scents. Wordless nod was given to both ladies, before Blane trotted first to the tree, rubbing his cheek against it affectionately in lieu of physically touching Swoop, then to the rock, which jutted out of the Earth like a shard o shattered bone. Huh, pretty nice imagery, that. He'd sniff it, then place his paw against it. "Gotcha," He'd whisper lightly, before turning around and returning to Stone's side. "So.. it'd be asking too much to hope that Caesar appear simply because we wish of it?" Blane had never known any form of alpha to work in this manner, but it couldn't hurt to ask, could it?

Stoneheart listened to their explanation of what a caesar was, but not who to look for if they entered the courtyard. He would glance at Blane for a moment on the subject but they adjusted to declaring the courtyard borders. At their verbal direction, a frown emerged and dissappointment bloomed. Great. Same scenery and not enough room for a dog pile. Well if you kept the puppies out maybe. Or pregnant sisters. He nodded in a demoralized manner and got up to sniff at Blane's foot where the said rock was and bounced off it for the den, counting the paces. Dammit. lets hope the caesar isn't a fellow he watched countless times walk by cause stone is going to wear a tread into the earth waiting for someone to hail their leader. " Alright."  Goes into den to find what butchery they left for them.

Swoop... Feathers started to sooth back down, giving her a much better apperence. Bobbing up and down upon dry feet, she'd peer over her edge at the youth who came to give her a far away nuzzle. The chit chat was boring now that she understood what was going on. As was the life of this pack, and most packs. The bird of prey could not understand living life day to lay stuck to one place. She enjoyed flying in the open sky, making nests here and there. She was not tied down by a mate and fledglings. Her actual home had been burned to the ground by the hound that nuzzled her perch. "Sssccc...Ieeech!" Ugh, this was hard. "Scc...Wieellchhh! Beeeeech baAAAAk!" Bird tongue flopped at the top of her beak, vocals screaming even though she tried taming them. Vocals sounded dry, and strained as she spoke. Almost like something had a grip around her neck. Long legs kicked off from her perch, and mighty wings cupped the air, forcing it down as her feathers took hold of the wet breeze. Beast would swoop close enough to her four legged friend, her tail feathers gently kissing at the tip of his tall ear. Massive wings of over four feet in length would carry the errie creature away. Not a sound did those massive muscles make as she took the cool rainy air and made distance.

Lionne glanced from the departing Stone returning to the shelter to Blane. All they had to do was seek further clarification, of course, because Leona was not a mind reader. It was simply understood within her mind that judgement would come when the verdict was reached and that was that. Actually seeking out Caesar was perplexing to consider. "His presence is not required to be visible within the courtyard and he is unlikely to respond to being summoned earlier than the decided verdict." Leona stepped forward to stand at Desp's side.

Despoina watched as the older of the duo began pacing around, apathetic stare following him no more than it had Stoneheart. Perhaps he had been granted more trust, not working aagisnt his own and agreeing to such. If only they would actually keep their word. Partial lidded gaze would flick back to the tan tinted male, never stilling her intensive gaze until he departed within the confines of den. Still, she wouldn't relax, as such a thing was seemingly impossible for the stout Legionary. Instead, she would turn her attentions to the fostering owl that so spoke her goodbyes, flittering off into the distance without another sound. So, too, would Mistress rise and return to her station at the den, posting up just in front and taking a seat to ensure their placement within Legion's immediate vicinity.

Blane's attention went to his winged companion, smiling as he felt the gust of cool air caress his brow as she swooped... heh... gave a parting touch. He'd flick his tongue in the same instant, hoping to catch a talon digit, if he was lucky. "Until next time," He murmured, grinning into the thick, moist air. A slow breath was taken, eyes flitting to Lionne's lips. "I see." Welp, guess languish in the pit of despair was their only remaining option. That, or try to pretend that Legion's Meowntain was some sort of Marriott  hotel in desguise. Not an impossible feat, if they could only provide those complimentary drinks! But, with a good perusal of the landscape, the continental breakfast was on display. So... close enough, for the time being. "Any restrictions on fun?" Considering those of Vechnyy had to work for every ounce of what they had, simply eating what was provided felt... off.

Lionne. Despoina returned to her previous place which left Leona to conclude the moment. She did not know enough about the tribe Vechnny to know what their own idea on limits n such was. Such a gap in what she knew would made replying difficult but hey a+ for effort on your life Leona. "It depends on your definition of fun. Use your judgement and cause no trouble and your provisions will continue to be provided." So, in short, punishment would bring reasonable reasons for strict rations. Again, had she the mind reading thing, she'd realize she basically spun him something to work for to earn. Pro skill. "Do you require clarification on anything further?" Bland bland more bland Leona.

Despoina offered a snort, expelling a burst of mist from her wide set nostrils, "Depending on the chosen activity, with requested permission." Otherwise they could shoot for the stars. Leona's expression was better received than her own, now choosing to speak less than prior and keep to herself. Profligates weren't oft worthy of wasting breath upon. So, woman would keep to herself, welcoming any that fellow Legionary had to say or do, and instead falling short in every other regard. Silence was bliss.

Blane squinted at them both momentarily as they both offered up their explanations. Rather vague, which lead him to wonder if it was on purpose, or their lungs were woefully equipped for sustaining prolonged verbal articulation. Quite possible, what with the thinner air in such high climes. "So innocent until proven guilty.." He'd mumble, gauging the pattern of bruised cloudcover as he mulled over the possible implications. "I suppose that's as fair an answer as any might expect. Thank you." Perhaps he could entice the puppies to play ram head football with him. They didn't say WHO he could and couldn't be playmates with, after all... time to brainstorm? Methinks so! "Then I think I'll get a head start, just let me know in your own way if I'm crossing a line." The snap first ask questions later method seemed abandoned for the time being, though Blane had no reason to think it wouldn't resurface again, depending on mood and circumstance. If he'd garnered anything from Legion thus far, it was their lack of prolonged stability. Trotting to the ram he'd begin working on the base of the neck, chewing and twisting in effort to pry the skull away from the remaining spinal column, before working on the neck and throat itself. Now if only there were some burly quarterbacks...

Lionne with a single nod, Leona went off to sleepy land because I fell asleep twice already now here I go to sleep for real now.