[IC] The Great Meeting

Ranxiagrir climbs into a seat on his private jet. Leaving the council in charge of the country was necessary for him to attend the meeting, but that doesn't mean that he had to like it.
After his steward had called Selene they had established contact with Procellia and, upon discovering that the were late to the meeting, Ranxiagrir had ordered his fastest jet to be used for the trip.
He was wearing his ceremonial furs and the face of the legendary Black Saber Cat that his great-great-grandfather had killed adorned his face, as was the custom of the Pride Leader to wear on special occasions and diplomatic meetings. His royal guard wore similar masks but instead of the common white saber cat to signify their rank. They carried a combination of ceremonial and high tech weapons. These included an automatic rifle that could switch to burst fire, a bone combat knife and night vision goggles made to look like cats eyes.
Ranxiagrir only carried the royal claws for defense. His steward sat next to him.
'My lord do you think having the royal guard as well as fifty soldiers is necessary?' He queried.
'The soldiers will stay with the plane and guard it but the royal guard will come with me as is the custom' Ranxiagrir answered 'I think these things out and you shouldn't be questioning the Pride Leaders decisions should you?'
'No my lord, I will remember my place in the future' The steward replied.
'We want to get on Procellia's good side but I am not one for venturing into an unknown country without protection' Ranxiagrir informed. The jet started up and zoomed at top speed towards Procellia.