R’kio stood upright, looking up, staring at the sky. One hand paw over the other, held at his waist. His tail was lifted but remained still. The thoughts of the operation going through his head was brief, overshadowed by the thoughts he had on Cantionica. He had spoken to all he needed to. His worry was not on the war and the conflict it brought between both factions, but on those affected. It could be easy to get overwhelmed with the amount of people that needed the help. R’kio would help the best he could. But first there was a major faction he thought he should prevent from forming, for the betterment of those around him.