She was relieved that he was actually there for once. Lakota had pursued him yesterday night, but didn't have the luck like she had now. "Commander," Blue eyes leveled with his green, and she took a few more steps into the den before seating herself calmly. After straightening her back and taking a shaky breath, she mewed, "I am worried. I am worried about our tykes, our home, and our future." Squinting, she continued, "I came here to propose a new course of action."

    Never the one to wait, she didn't hesitate to continue. "Our soldiers need to be placed in squadrons, Commander. Yes, we have unity... But not enough of it. Last night, a fight broke out between a scout and a mercenary." She frowned and had to scrunch her nose to finish the thought, "They do not appreciate each other because they do not understand the importance of one another." Closing her eyes, she fought with her feeling of foreboding. "These squads need to have one Guider, one Raiser, one Mercenary, one Scout, and one Cadet for all of them to teach." When she opened her eyes once again, the steady gaze she gave him embodied how firm she believed in her conviction. "It is necessary. This way, they will learn to accept one another."

    Whiskers twitching, face serious, she awaited his response in anxiety. Her future depended on her Commander's decisions, and though she didn't particularly like the answer she came up with because it meant she'd have to partake in it too, this idea was the only way she saw fit to deal with the growing hostilities between posts.

Lakota began to interrupt halfway through, but had to quiet herself out of respect for her superior. After she let him finish, she immediately chastised him. Admittedly, she already had pent up aggression for Mars after he promoted her brother Limavady. For now, she was trying to put those jealous feelings aside, but the attitude still leaked into her tone. "Our soldiers are bound to the same groups, Commander. Isn't that obvious? If our soldiers are keeping to their posts, we need to figure something out so that they don't hole up and estrange themselves from the others. Can't you see that?" Her brow was furrowed now and her furs were puffed out from her irritation. She accidentally let a growl slip, "Something must be done."

Quietly this time, she sat perfectly still upon hearing his response. Her eyes seemed to analyze his face, as if to search his pupils for any ounce of sense left in him. Lakota couldn't believe what she was hearing. Where there is darkness anywhere, it is a threat to greatness everywhere. The idiom echoed in her mind. If one fight happened, there were bound to be more, but she was too busy becoming angrier to put it into words. Instead of expressing further about the need for more unity, she lashed her tail and grit her teeth. "You will watch your idleness drag your paws, Commander Mars." Lakota admonished him curtly. Outspoken and straightforward are two of her adjectives. Her icy blue glare embodied her dissatisfaction. Then, as per protocol, she respectfully bowed her head and waited to be dismissed.

Ruffled, she turned to leave. Her tail lashed as she walked back out into the dim, green light. Mercenary Leviathan was walking up the steps as she went, and he smiled to his sister. "Hey Kota, are you--" She cut him off with a hiss, "Move it, hairball!" and then walked faster past him. His yellow eyes looked after her, and he watched her hair spike along her spine. A confused expression crossed his face, and he looked into the den at Commander Mars.

It seemed that Mars and Levi had nearly the same level of tolerance. Levi sighed and apologized on behalf of his sister, and then commented, "I wouldn't ask her for any favors anytime soon, but she'll get over it eventually." He chuckled lightly, but in the back of his mind, he was worried that she wouldn't. It wasn't uncommon for Lakota to be a hard pill to swallow, but her bristled fur and outburst seemed more haughty than usual. He wondered what they could have possibly argued over, but chose to nevermind the situation since Mars appeared tired of it.

Instead, he continued with, "I wanted to invite you to Post Alpha!" He smiled widely. He always had a wide grin to his features. "A couple of the guys wanna wrestle and bet mice over it, but if you're too busy I get it." He tipped his head forward as if to come off more charming. "It'll be fun. What do ya say?"

In his excitement, Leviathan would laugh jovially, "Swell!" His shoulders set his chest forward as he chuckled and he flicked his tail as if to checkmark something off of his to-do list. "I bet Limavady that he couldn't catch 15 mice in a day. I said, if he could do it, I'd give him all my crow skeletons. But he couldn't, so now I've got a whole eight mice to barter with tonight." He laughed even more. Then, smoothly, "But hey, I'll be nice. You can have four."

"He's a sucker for bragging rights. That's all." He snickered. Leviathan kept his paws away from the edge as they left the mound and crossed the earthy bridge toward Post Alpha. It was an intimidating drop into nothing but darkness and mist. He always felt safe as soon as he reached the other side. They walked along the caverns, passing by rock formations of all shapes and sizes, avoiding a boulder here and there.