Mika stops at the entrance to the burrow and whistles. Almost instantly, the lithe bodied little meerkats scramble to stand before her in a practiced line, including two new meerkats from the burrow: a very kind faced and motherly looking kat, and the smallest, youngest one out of them, a wide eyed male. The two new ones stare curiously at Zank, definitely afraid of his large size. "Alright gang. As you can see, I've found a fighter for us who's going to take care of the Scamps. Phillie and Butch will fight with with him, but besides that, we're hiding in the burrow, and we'll be safe. That's all. No pep talk, no war march. Sit in the burrow and relax. Now, what are we?"
"The Ironpaws!" They all squeal, revved up and a bit confused, but relieved nonetheless."
"That's right! Now shoo! Go on fuckers, hide away!" She instructs, and everyone but Phillie and Butch dive into the burrow. Mika turns with one final note. "Okay. Best of luck to you! Take care of my family."