"Flicker, Chaos, and Kitty's pack right?" Says the Alpha, a large, battle-scarred and tattooed biker.
"Dude, you guys goy a name? We'rethe Downtown Dogs, yo." Said the small one that resembled a Chihuahua in crinos.
"Knock it off, Brickbiter" Growled a gunthug third.
(Will be gone this afternoon, be back sometime on Tuesday. Family vaccation, no Internet access.😮 )
The Alpha approaches and shakes Flicker's hand. "Thought we'd give you a heads up. The Elders seem to think you've been trafficing with Wyrmspawn and stuff. But I sense no guilt here. They said to report if we saw you, but we didn't see nothin' did we guys?"
"Nope."
"Not a thing."
"Nada."
"See what?"
"Brickbiter saw you guys taking out one big ugly motha, so you're alright in our book but watch your back. The Elders are looking for you, and they sounded pissed."