Bleh, he enjoyed his vacation in the mountains, but damn did it fucking stink to get wind that the group he once led had a leader doing not enough to keep it running. Dammit, he selected a bad choice, but... meh, should he really be that surprised? Vasin, now a cheetah coated with ice, rather than a lion coated with ice, wandered into the Clan's camp. He still smelled the same and all that, so he doubted people wouldn't recognize him. And he assumed the member turnover rate hadn't been so bad.
"Yo, it's Vasin! I heard Minho ain't doing a good job over here, so I'm asking y'all if you want me to come back and lead you. No biggie if you don't, but damn I feel bad," he called out, his voice loud and clear. Hrmph, chaotic neutral or no... he did have a soft spot for the peaceful group.