The same clacking sound high heels would make resounded in the hall that lead to the vast chamber of the council meeting room, though those present knew it actually came from the wooden footsteps of one of his elders.
"Alessandro, I heard your kids are back. I'm so glad for you." A soft feminine voice greeted the treefolk guardian of the forest.
"What about my kids? Are they doing alright?" Another woman spoke, though her voice was less feminine and it carried the wisdom of age.
"For crying out loud, let him breathe... or whatever it is his people do." A voice growled and silence was made.
"There is much to report and it will be difficult to present it to you in just this meeting I'm afraid," Alessandro spoke in an apologetic way then faintly shook his head before continuing. "I would like to start by saying that what happened in Texas wasn't caused by the witches."