— They were really feeling the pressure now. Another capture from one of those damn Ruiners on their lands, they could only hope that Percival would come out of it alive unlike that npc child that didn't have the same luck. They were damn tired of them and they wished that Sanguine Ruins had been the only anticlan in Agrelos, one that they could solely focus their sights on, but no, they didn't have that luxury. Especially not so when they practically were neighbors with the next biggest anticlan: the Exiles.
Surprisingly enough, they didn't pester the Sanctuary as much as the Ruins had. They really haven't pestered them in a long while and so, maybe they were willing to a truce? A temporary one, they hoped, because one could never know what would be the deal with anticlans. Yet they were fearing the worst when it came time to demand their member back from the desert-dwelling group and it'd be real shit timing if the Exiles wanted to mess with them at the same time. The Sanctuary was strong, they were sure of it, but two anticlans on their heels was too much for any clan. The Shepherd hoped that the Exiles could temporarily look away from them while they tried to get their shit in order with the Ruins.
Sadly, there was no picnics for this moment, only a spectral snow leopard that felt like their head was being rammed in by a truck. "Hey! Could someone get me CORRUPTTIMELINES. ? Need to speak to him about something!" they called out loud, hoping that a patrol would scurry off and bring back the big wvyern.