Tug was angry at himself. He had revealed his Awakened status to an enemy that was in no rush to return the favor. He had lost Onions, right when the man had started on about a 'key,' and how likely was it that he'd find him back at the same place? Right. And, spin it anyway you like, he had got beat up by regular, everyday people. Downstairs, in the small home gym he shares with his brother, he put that anger to proper use...bench-presses.
When he's finished with his morning routine of exercise, breakfast, and tending to the Hallow, the Arrow resolves to take action. The Thyrsus reasons that a bird-shape will let him search more efficiently and spy more effectively than his man-shape. Tug knows of two others who are capable of the same, and might be interested in joining this plan- his fellow Arrow, Ankh, and Wild Man Animus. He sits down in his living room and sends a text to both.