To young Carlisle,
May the blood always beat and the hunt be fruitiful.
We convey our deepest condolences for our inability to attend you halfling granddaughter's farce of a "trial." Our excuses mean little to one so emotional as you and would carry little weight had the young halfling been destroyed. It is toward that fault that we shall visit our Created to inform them of their foolishness. Adaptation is a change to be welcomed, not feared or destroyed as our Created seem to think. Rest assured young golden-eyes, you will be left to exist in peace.
May your teeth be ever sharp and the venom ever flow.
The Chosen
Kensi
John
Alex
Marnia