He knew this would not be easy. His opinions on the type of clan that Wind Haven was had changed little since the lupine's arrival - they were peaceful beings first and foremost, and yet that peace clearly came at a great cost. Sanguine Ruins had been willing to walk over for them for herbs, and it felt like the ProClan had willed themselves to get bullied by mentioning quite how low they were. Bullies preyed on weakness, an perhaps, had the Cartel's allies looked meaner and tougher than diplomats, his brother might not have got as badly hurt as he did. It was a reach, Cody knew that - he used it as fuel to motivate himself to speak. Speeches like these were best saved for his father, someone who could both rally and rile up anyone if he so desired, someone with so much control over each little conversation it made the lupine's fur prickle with unease whenever that same manipulation was used on him. His father wasn't here though, his father was off planning what to do to avenge the maimed Wilson, and so the former Deputy Warden was alone to rally a clan that didn't want to be rallied.
Never keep things private. It was an Exiler's lesson, that one. Private things got swept under the rug, and so when the wolf returned back to camp that day, he let out a loud howl to attract everyone's attention. With the sun barely above the clouds when he returned, the male knew he couldn't wait any longer. The longer he put this off, the angrier he got and he angrier he got, the more his words started to sound akin to a sailor's. "Haveners! Can I have your attention please!?". Out of respect he did not steal the spot where the leader hosted his meetings, instead making his own spot jut shy of the entrance of the community cabin. He tried to gauge a reaction from those who caught his eye, blinking firmly when he realised it'd take more then confidence to impress them. Damn, since when did I become a charisma vacuum? "Our allies are being harmed around us. The leader of the Cartel, his leg and part of his face ripped off. The vice-leader of the Thunderlands, killed not in battle but whilst bound like a dog in the Harrow Desert. Even we have been pressured, I will not forget the time that the Ruins came here and tried to steal what little medicine we had,".
He realised there was a husk growl to his words, and Cody cleared his throat to prevent himself from swearing. "Peace is a wonderful ideal but it can not be achieved without damn well fighting for it. Peace isn't sitting about hoping the crops grow nicely, an easy life won't come through laziness. Our closest friends need help, and so far we have yet to give it to any of them. Peace is helping them so they may destroy the things preventing the doves from flying and hippies from singing. It doesn't have to be with claws, you don't have to kill, offering supplies or safe passage for raid parties through the lands can easily help out those in need. But if you're gonna get anything from my little talks, let it be that what's going on with us right now isn't tranquility, it's apathy and a slow suicide until we lose those who needed us most. If they fall, who will save any of you when the next big bad Ruiner comes knocking at your door?".
I'm lacking structure. My words aren't flowing well, shit, maybe I should've been blunter. "Breakout of the Cartel is requesting an audience from LEMON! and Ninjasexparty , for help against a common enemy. Like I said, I am not asking any of you to kill or harm or raid if you really can't stomach it, but I suggest helping our allies regardless in any way we can. Our friends are suffering, what type of heartless bastards are we to turn them down?".