[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]The tiger paced inside his den. He had sent birds with letters to the five that he wanted to speak to today. There were a lot of things that were imperative to discuss and that was apparent in the leader's incessant pacing. That was when he realized that his den was not nearly big enough for six people. Maybe three or four but nowhere near six especially since most of them were huge.
The Prime General took a step outside and started padding to an area that was private enough to not be heard by any prying ears but big enough to fit two tigers, a cheetah, a 8'3" cosmic entity, a wolf, and whatever body Hazelle was in. He huffed, looking around and waiting.
He would make it clear that he wanted to discuss things in this meeting. There would be no fighting, cussing at each other, name calling, rude remarks, or anything of the sort or he would remove the problem immediately. [/justify][/fancypost]