The Bone King raised a brow as he thought. So Bevy had become the new leader of Maji Walezi? It wasn't that he was surprised... but he was surprised. Of course, Azazel had not been around the small pitohui, and he didn't know about the tiny little bird's other consciousnesses inhabiting her body. In fact, he was completely unaware. As the small bird flitted in, Azazel dipped his head in respect. Whilst his head was lowered, he briefly wondered where the melanestic leopard was. Had he left the group now that he wasn't leader? Of course, Azazel was also oblivious to the fact that Cancer had been banished and that he and Leon had warred viciously over Makyna.

Subconsciously, he focused his magicka into his foot, and he tapped the floor gently. His head tilted slightly as he became lost in thought, lost in the images that flashed through his eyes via his spell. A gathering of what looked like Maji Walezi members. He could only recognize Leon, Makyna, Cancer, and Bevy. Leon and Cancer were scarred, and stood far apart from one another. Makyna was upset. Leon was upset. Cancer seemed angry, and it looked like he had been banished. Awakening from the vision, Azazel blinked quietly. Had the rivalry gone too far? Had Cancer and Leon fought one another over the lioness? The Bone King exhaled quietly, hiding his confusion and sadness for now, putting a friendly smile upon his face. Bevy had asked what was happening, and as the lammergeier readied to speak, Leon answered for him. He nodded, appreciating what Leon had said. It made him happy to know that The Bonebound had loyal allies on their side.

Makyna was done using her abilities, and every bit of her bristled. The Bone King was concerned, eyes widening, but he soon realized. She had Leon at her side, and from what Azazel knew... he was the best man for her. Hearing what the lioness saw in her vision, Azazel raised a wing as if he were trying to clutch at his chest. His own death. He only knew what pain felt like.

What did death feel like? Azazel always had thought of it being cold and dark. Silence. Nothing.

What concerned him even more was that... Booker would die. With how close Baratheon was to the numbat, surely that would drive him into permanent bloodlust. Many would die as cause of it. Closing his eyes, he held back a few choking sobs. If they hadn't come here. If they hadn't had Makyna see into the future if they continued just as they had... things would have gone a whole lot worse. All because of him. "I..." he gulped, "I'm glad we saw into the future... so we can know to change our course of action... Yes. They would have to change their course of action... but to what? To that of Giggle's suggestions? That would likely push the Merrymen even further towards war, if they attempted to win it before it occurred. The Bonebound would have to fortify their defenses and simply prepare. To be ready. Just as he turned to look to Giggle for confirmation to his plan.

She was completely spacing out.

Then suddenly she moved and closed her eyes, looking to him as well. It seemed she had the same idea. The Merrymen probably were not stupid. It was a clever thought that they would perhaps attempt to cripple the group before charging into battle. To lessen their numbers or weaken their ties. "Perhaps we should watch our members closely... and watch newcomers for suspicious activity. If the Merrymen sends a spy to infiltrate our group, I would not be surprised."