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Near the western edge of the Alleys, where the buildings and homes are in more dilapidated conditions, a three-story factory stands abandoned. All the windows are reinforced by steel bars, allowing creatures no larger than the average house cat to pass through. A single, heavy-steal door and a large hole in the western side of the building are the only two ways for larger creatures to enter the factory.
The first floor is cluttered with old tin boxes, pipes, tools, and miscellaneous debris. Heavy rainfall can lead to flooding on this level. The second story has several open walkways that offer a direct view of the first floor. Many rooms can be found as well, with several mattresses scattered about from previous human residence that had no other place to call home. The third floor is much the same as the second, except it has no walkways, and it has more rooms. It also leads to the flat rooftop.

This area is owned by the Shadow Lurkers Pack.

Re(2): *Here It Comes*

"Hehe, can't catch me!" Orchilla chimed as she sprinted about the latter end of the room, waving a bit of scrap hide in her mouth as she went. Montrone, Rataska, Stormpaw, and Katabana were all after her in a yapping, barking horde, doing their best to catch her.

Ninaki had come forward at request of a meeting, seating himself near the others, and donning the stoic facade that he always seemed to wear. Quite his opposite, Bullet had become a mix of emotion, either going through bouts of relative good feeling, or being sorely heartbroken and ill of heart at the death of so much of his family. Today, at least, he didn't harbor quite the dismal look he was wont too, and with his son at his side, the two settled themselves down to wait for the meeting to commence.

Desmon couldn't be in better spirits, with his mate and offspring all doing well, and a new batch of brothers and sisters. Of course, he was a bit frayed at the moment, trying to corral his own boisterous offspring and that of his cousin's. "Quite now - Orchilla! Enough of that, please. We're having a meeting now, come along."

Where Desmon's soft-spoken pleads were easily ignored by the group of youngsters, Lerna stepped in and nabbed Orchilla by the ruff, hoisting her clear off the ground with a strained grunt, and putting a quick end to the game. Once the other growing pups came to a sliding halt in front of her, the dane mix set the sister back down and gave them all a stern look, "Be respectful. You can finish your game after the meeting - now, go find some place to sit." Her words were as soft as Desmon's, but baring a definitely authority that he lacked. Without question, the pups scampered towards the rest of the adults.

Argolis was still plagued by a notable limp in his leg, but the rest of his previous wounds were mere scars now, standing out in mute defiance of his victory over death. Hobbling along with Skeil at his side, the brindle-coated brother found a place near Honthale and Temptation.

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