Graylord flapped noiselessly to stone outcropping, the sound of metal clinking gently as he landed was all that could be heard. He looked back over his shoulder, not that anyone had followed him, just after years of doing so, such habits were hard to break. The soft clinking continued as he walked farther into the mountain, he waved faintly at another who stood, still hidden against the rubble of broken stone. Stoneshifter showed himself briefly and waved back, signaling that all was well.
The cave opened up in width and height the deeper he went, fabrics and tapestries were hung on the walls, for both insulation and beauty. They were weaved by the rats, who's small crafty hands had finally found a use. Graylord had made allies with many other species, finding their individual talents useful. Even the raccoons, although they had to be beaten into submission and were still not entirely trustworthy. But with most all, he had almost as many enemies as allies, the hawks watched for any chance, other chickens waited for their move.
Summer saw the blue eyed gray rooster enter, his steel claws still on, a small satchel around his neck.
"Father, you have returned early, is all well?"