While the adults were busy dealing with the new refugee camp, politics, and the incredibly obvious romantic tension currently suffocating the manor, the Warlord-cubs were holding a highly classified meeting.
The location is a low, sturdy branches of the ancient oak tree in the courtyard.
Arjun, the nine-year-old tiger-cub, sat on the highest branch, acting as the tactical lookout. Below him, swinging his legs back and forth, sat Orion. Jasper was leaning against the trunk with his notebook, and Silas was comfortably perched on a thick branch wrapped in cool shadows. Vali was hanging upside down by his knees, his silver wolf tail completely relaxed.
From their vantage point, they had a perfect view of the gardens. Down below, Lucien was currently carrying a large basket of blankets for Juni, hovering around her like a massive, deeply intimidating bodyguard.
