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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.

*Rally*

(sorry I'm late! here's the gang ;) )

Rising from his usual place in the corner of the lower floor, the lanky beta strode towards the group with an enthusiastic Rataska bouncing along side of him. "Mind your manners, Taska." He reminded the youngster with easy patience, having become the unwitting role-model and father-figure for Darsie's daughter, when Darsie herself proved a little too immature to handle the task of being a mother. Obediently, the black and gray hybrid settled down to escort Ninaki towards the others, though her lively eyes couldn't help but betray a youngling's excitement at meeting new friends.

Skeil, who'd taken to bunking with Lerna and Desmon lately, was joined by her two comrades as they made their way towards Kalion and his newly returned family. The oldest of the original Lurker pack, the alabaster pit bull was taking her seventh winter a little harder than in past times, but her scarred facade was every bit as warm and determined as it always was, showing homage to the dog's unbreakable spirit and zest for life.

"Looook!" Orchila seemed to be joined at the hip by Katabana, and the two black-faced sister were incredibly hard to tell apart by sight alone. "That one looks a little like aunt Lerna, doesn't she?"

With a nod, Katabana turned her glittering eyes to the labrador, fully enthrawled by the new visitors. Unlike the tiny Montrone, the sisters gloom over their mother's death wasn't nearly as outwardly expressed. They felt it every bit as strongly as their siblings and father, but these two seemed to take everything in stride.

Also joining the rally was Kambode Jr., Havana, Darsie, Honthale, and Pistol. Together, the group of cousins took their place amongst the other canines, while Bullet squeezed in next to his best friend Skeil, and a sorrowful Desmon. While Pirqua, Black Feather, and Moonshadow alighted on nearby railings, Argolis was one of the last to join the group. Baring a slight limp that attested to his near-death battle and a poorly healed leg wound, the brindle male had otherwise made a full recovery and had an impressive set of scars to boast. Hiding his limp as best as he could to maintain his oversized ego, Argolis opted to stand towards the front, nearer to Camden.

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