The second they neared, Shule let her jaws release, allowing Funkson to run over to them.

Funkson, of course, gave Bloodyrondo an exasperated look as they immediately settled in between their half-sibling's paws. "No, they didn't!" The young Janus answered incredulously, turning their celadon eyes to glare at the Commander who had held them. It was pretty well known that the Funk look-alike tried to goad others into hurting them because they found it fun. Apparently, the Regime cats hadn't taken the bait, as the painted bengal didn't have a single scratch on them. Their scruff was a bit sore from being carried, but that was hardly a fulfilling pain. "Darkcomplex wouldn't even entertain the thought of trying to convince them to attack!" That last part the Janus had said was interesting, to say the least. Darkcomplex had been missing from SunClan for over a moon and a half, but clearly, the former initiate seemed in good standing with the Regime if Funkson had managed to just happen upon him.

Shule watched the Janus for a long moment before passing their gaze over the Priest Promised entirely. From what she knew of him, and had heard, he really was just an arrogant mess, and it was best to just ignore him, rather than get angry. She had no idea why her son Dusky liked Bloodyrondo at all, to be honest, but she couldn't change who he found to be his friend, even if she didn't particularly appreciate this cat. "This kit, or Janus, as they seem to be calling themself, has been quite the annoyance as of late. As the new Commander of the Regime, I thought it best to come and address this personally before it gets out of paw. Funkson has been trying to steal our herbs and goad our Mercenaries into either imprisoning them, or attacking. However, we're not in the business of harming wayward children, despite what your companion seems to think. Please take care to keep them out of our tunnels in the future." Her tone, though serious, wasn't condescending. The Commander didn't have any quarrel with Littlestar directly, and had no reason to think she'd sent Funkson to cause trouble at this current moment.

Bloodyrondo looked his half-sibling over for wounds and was pleased to find that they were unharmed. He gave the Janus a few licks on the top of their head as the young cat spoke of their experience in the Regime and he tensed slightly at the mention of Darkcomplex. No one knew what had become of him so he had not officially been marked for death but, with Funkson's revelation, it seemed to Bloodyrondo that he had indeed deserted SunClan. It made him feel a little bad for Duskslayer, not that Bloody himself would hesitate to fulfill his duty should the opportunity arise.

Satisfied with his inspection, the Priest Promised lifted his head only to find Shule's eyes on him. He held her gaze like it was a challenge and his lip curled slightly, showing of his sharp canine teeth as a threat. Unlike Funkson, the Priest Promised did not look very much like his dad, but it was all too easy to recognize him as a spawn of Funk with those celadon green eyes. That sour expression, though, that was all Bloody.

"Aren't you going to hear Funkson's side of the story first?" Bloodyrondo asked Littlestar when she finished speaking, "Shule could be lying as a way to get access to our herbs. It's no secret that the Renegade Regime is literally starving right now. Who knows what sort of trickery they'll resort to to fill their stomachs." Next he met Shule's gaze again, "Perhaps if you prayed to the Sun God you wouldn't have that sort of problem."

Shule would have said something to Bloodyrondo then if Littlestar hadn't intervened. Luckily, the Commander was used to schooling her expression into practiced neutrality, such that she doubted either of them would have noticed her subtle shift forward in the space of the heartbeat before the Priestess spoke again. Briefly, she wondered if training Volontaire would be so... difficult. She hoped not. Then again, she wouldn't tolerate such disrespect either, and her Scout Superior would find himself demoted if he made such a mistake more than once.

She gave a short nod as Littlestar spoke to her once more, and rose to her paws. "I shall leave you to your clan then, and be here tomorrow." The Commadner answered simply. It could be a trap, but she didn't sense any sort of deceit in the Priestess' tone. If she had, she probably would have refused the offer.

Littlestar just had to bring up his relationship with Satinlights in front of an enemy group leader. Like, seriously, was the point in that? To make him angry? Well, it worked. He caught that gleam in Shule's eye and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. He literally had to bite his tongue to hold back an insult, but he wasn't about to air his dirty laundry in front of an outsider like Littlestar was, so he waited until Shule was out of earshot before he spoke next, "Littlestar, that was unprofessional to bring up personal problems in front of Commander Shule." He said firmly, then changed subjects before she could comment, "But I will always trust a clanmate before an outsider, even if they're just a kit. At least we both agree that Funkson needs to share their experience."