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Lovecraft was thinking of stalking FLopsy. The bunny just looks so... prey like. She had closed as the rabbit 'innocently' ate clover near one of her hunting grounds...

when Farhowl landed, "Lovecraft, is that you? " A winged wolf, or skywolf, is NOT prey

Her back goes up in proper Halloween cat fashion, and she sidles back from the not-prey, larger predator. A skywolf is not, in fact, a dog.... but they are CLOSE.

She seems to be considering a paw across his nose.

Floppsy turns, the sneaky rabbit "Oh there you are!" He smiles "We have a request for a meeting with you"

As her prey - er, fellow Chimera notices her, she has to suddenly wash said paw.

"Forrrrrrrr me?" She hisses, but looks curious.

A wary eye still on the wingdog.

"Yes, Sylvi of Goldfinch, who you may know better as 'leaves tuna treats out for the Dumb Orange one' , has requested a meeting iwth you. One not to be spoken of to any beyond the three of us. "

That from Farhowl, "She has beeen told to have treats ready, as is the custom"

The cat looks a bit surprised. "You brought muscle to chase me in?" Eyeing the Wolf. Still a bit puffy. "She is yours, she is not mine." A pause, thinking, then in a diffident tone, as though not at all interested. "Treats?"

"Actually, Lovecraft, I'm not the leader of the committee anymore" Floppsy admits "You clearly show up for the last vote? I stepped down to accompany Sylvi to college, and Farhowl was elected in my stead."

A dismissive sniff.

Farhowl looks amused "I suppose that makes Flopsy the muscle" Or more likely, the Bait "Yes, treats."

"No prrrrrromises." She warns, but adds, "I will eat treats. I will listen while the treats last."

"The meeting is not at Goldfinch itself, but at the hotsprings" Floppsy says picking a place Symon is less likely to go

"Hot water without fishes, pfeh!" Making her opinion known, but not a refusal.

"It DOES get in the fur" Flopsy agrees sympatheticly "But, she's generous, my Sylvi"

Farhowl keeps his distance a bit more, perhaps to not alarm the cat, which need not fear as it looks quite gamey and smells a bit off anyway. "Thank you for taking this request and considering it. There will be another vote soon, perhaps Floppsy will run again . I would love your vote, but you might prefer him" Amusement? Wolves always think themselves wise but it is worse if they have a sense of humor

THat's how the message was passed on... and with a promise of treats to make it worth her while, Lovecraft later approaches the Hot Springs...

where a Sylvi waits (And it BETTER be with treats!)

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This room is now the Hot springs

Sylvi tries to sit calmly and patiently as she waits, frowning. The picnic basket beside her is not large, but any creature with keen senses would smell that it contains some sort of flesh...possibly multiple sorts.

She casts glances around her, hoping to spot Lovecraft's approach.

"C'mon, Lovecraft. Please?" she mutters to herself.

She does not see Lovecraft’s approach. But then suddenly she gets a prickle on the back of her neck and a feeling like she’s being watched.

A quick inhale, and her muscles tense, but she tries to stay still and listen another moment.

Lovecraft rises, not from the surroundings, but out of Sylvi’s own shadow, suddenly appearing by her feet!

It was probably just a trick of the light, but… who knows? Maybe she has always been there. Watching.