The way he said that made it sound like the simplest thing. As if suddenly attempting to attack your friend was just a casual occurrence. But with actual fighting, there was a lot of planning that went into every attack, and the longer you thought about your moves, the longer an opponent has to think of ways to counter and retaliate against whatever you throw at them. "Okay." London replied with a nod of her head.

Seeing that there wasn't much distance between them, there were a lot of options as to how she could try to attack Killua, but instead of clumsily rushing at him, she figured she'd play to her own strengths. And so the girl would bunch up her hind legs and attempt to leap over Killua, using her tail to twist in the air so she would land facing his back. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she would swiftly attempt to knock his legs out from underneath him, making sure her claws were sheathed. Regardless of if this worked or not, she then flinched. Trying to hurt Killua just seemed so wrong, but then again she wouldn't get any better at fighting without some kind of sparring session.

London had seen a few meet and greets during her time in Snowbound, they were usually pretty awkward in her opinion, but it was nice to put names with faces, and being a new face here, this was a welcome event to partake in. Though the three questions aspect seemed like it could get a little intrusive. Most people had things they would rather not share, the clouded leopard being one of them. Still, this was just a bonding exercise, so it should be harmless and fun.

Tena seemed to be the one to start, a face London had yet to see around, but then again she was a newcomer here, so it wasn't that surprising. And as Straw had only asked one question, London figured she would go ahead and ask another.  "What's your favorite sound?" the girl asked, her British accent lacing her words. She hoped the question was fairly random and impersonal, nothing that could set anyone off. It would suck if she pissed someone off within her first few days here.

Abandonment was something London felt rather familiar with. Her story was quite different from Naru's, but that base concept was the same. She would never see her family again, just the graves she had dug for them. How strange that she, who was such a weakling in most aspects, had been the sole survivor. She wished that she could see their smiling faces again, and play those silly games they had made up. But the recent events of having visited the place of all those memories reminded her of just how impossible that was. Everything that she had once thought back on so fondly was now tinged in a heavy blue sadness. Her head was filled with 'what if's and 'if only's, it was nice to take a stroll of her new home and clear her mind.

It was warm here, and while the sun felt nice on her back at first, the clouded leopard was starting to feel the heat. If only a cloud could cover the sun for just a minute, or there was a stronger breeze. If nothing else, at least the temperature was a good distraction from the heavy thoughts that constantly rested on her mind. Like a fly buzzing around your head, it was an irksome, but welcome distraction. However, she soon grew distracted by something more attention-grabbing. Something she had seen before when she had lived in Snowbound. How strange that these clans acted like magnets for those in trouble.

"Hello? Are you alright?" the girl asked, her soft voice carrying with it her British accent. As she approached she mentally facepalmed, noticing the scar on this poor, collapsed kid's body. Definitely not alright. Laying around out here when it was this warm wasn't exactly the smartest idea either, especially with such lovely black fur. Conjuring a water bottle, London would aim to pour it gently on his muzzle. It seemed like a good idea to help him cool down. As for the injury, she was no medic. She did know a little though, so with luck that would be enough until someone else came who could help better.

Now where to start? She figured she should try talking to him a little, help him wake up if the water hadn't already done the job. That way she could treat his injury better. "Hey there, can you hear me? I'm London, and I'm going to try my best to help you out. Can you try to wake up for me?" the albino asked. "Is it okay if I tare care of that scar on your back? It might sting a little, but you'll feel better soon." She offered, already conjuring up the supplies she would need once she got a response.

It was nice to not be alone anymore. It was nice to feel wanted and missed. Technically it was her own fault for leaving, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate how it felt to be reunited with someone she had dearly missed. The comfort of a hug was something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Probably since her mom was still alive, though the circumstances back then had been much different from now. More of a 'we will get through this' and less of an 'i'm so glad to see you again' kind of vibe. This was a lot less hollow, and much more pleasant.

London noticed the change in Killua's breathing, something rather obvious when the two were so close to each other. It was odd, but she wouldn't question it, knowing that if something was wrong he would end up doing so sooner or later. At least she hoped he still trusted her enough to do so. There was no undoing the few months they had been apart, but then again they had never hugged before so maybe the distance hadn't shattered anything just yet. They could continue right where they had left off, as friends.

Where did you go? That was a question she should have expected. "I visited my old home. Tied up some loose ends." There was so much more she should say, but now was probably not the time for that. Her time away hadn't been too happy for the most part, unfortunately, but she had grown from it. She was able to smile at the bittersweet memories, even if it still hurt to have yet another family member robbed from her as suddenly as he had appeared. At her friend's concern, she couldn't help but think of her late father. He had been the same when they met. "I've been okay, and I didn't run into any trouble on the way here." If he'd asked if she had run into any trouble while she was gone that would have been a different story, but all those scars had healed now.

To hear him say that the typhoon still exists was puzzling though. Did clans ever disappear? She hadn't heard of it before, seeing as she still had very little knowledge about clans, but it made sense. Disasters happened, like when Snowbound had moved to a different territory. Was that place still around? Were Atbash and Izuku and everyone over there safe? She really should never have left, but it was too late to change anything now. To hear about this clan was a welcome distraction. The Ascendents' observatory was something he had mentioned before, it seemed he had remembered her love for the stars. "Lovely, I'll have to go see it soon then." the brit mused.

One thing that stuck out though was that Killua had said 'when we left.' That meant he must have disappeared too. She wondered what had happened to make him leave, probably nothing too pleasant. "What about you, how have you been?" she asked. The girl was curious to hear what her friend had been up to. A lot had happened in her life in those few months they were apart and she could imagine he probably felt the same.

The memories of snowbound seemed to overflow the girl's senses as she gazed up at the vast expanse of mountains. She'd remembered fondly the fun times, like when they painted cavern walls, and the gloves she'd made for Killua to keep him safe. She wondered if he still had them after all this time. Was he was able to sleep more easily with them? She sure hoped so. Her memories with the albino serval had been pretty wild, ranging from fond memories like looking at the stars together, and rather crazy things like finding him covered in blood, and her almost bleeding out in front of him. He'd been her first friend, and he had trusted her with his secrets. If only she had stayed. That was her only regret, leaving Killua. She hadn't even said goodbye before she left. She was a terrible friend.

Would he even want to see her again? She couldn't imagine anyone would. With her condition, she was a terrible liability, and not to mention trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went, just like it had in Snowbound. Not only had her biological family been wiped out many months before she joined, but misfortune had fallen upon Snowbound too. She blamed herself for the events that had occurred in that place, even if though seemed ridiculous. She blamed herself for not having been able to help, for running away.

But this here was another clan, and perhaps another opportunity. No, London didn't want to get herself involved again. She didn't want her bad luck bringing misery to even more people. Once was enough. The girl was just about to turn around, head away from the mountains until they disappeared behind her. But the sound of her name stopped her. It couldn't be... could it? No, there was no way, fate would not be so kind. And yet, as she turned towards where the sound had come from, she knew. There was no way that she would ever be able to forget that albino serval.

Tears welled up in the clouded leopard's eyes, streaking down her pale cheeks and falling to the ground before her paws. "Oh my god." she whispered, starstruck. It took her just a second and then she made her way towards her friend. "Killua?" She'd missed him so much. She stopped in front of him, suddenly a little hesitant. She wanted to hug him, to tell him how happy he was to see him, but her earlier worries of him possibly wanting nothing to do with her returned and she was unsure how to continue. "I-I'm sorry. I-" she began trying to find the words to say. Somehow it seemed like she was always apologizing. "I've missed you so much!" she finally managed to say. The girl would wipe her tears, a little embarrassed that she'd started crying so easily. This was just a lot for her heart to deal with. 

London was a horrible person. There was no way of beautifying that, not now at least. Not anymore. For the second time now, she hadn't done anything when she should have. She should have helped and yet, she ran instead. It had just been all too familiar, too close to her heart. Her family had died of an unknown illness that just came randomly, like a knock on the door. And Snowbound's situation had been much too similar. She hadn't been able to take it, she could almost hear the futile comfort her mother had attempted to offer back then, saying it would be okay, that her brothers would get better soon and she would be allowed near them again. But they never did, no, they got worse, and she had just turned a blind eye, trusting that her mother knew best. Watching as doctor after doctor came to tell them the same news over and over and over. That they just didn't know what was wrong. They offered medicines to ease the symptoms, but there wasn't much else that they had done. But at least they had tried, rather than doing nothing at all.

It was pathetic that these dreams still haunted her, but after another unfamiliar illness had come into the picture, poisoning the prey and her friends, she just couldn't stay. She was a traitor, a turncoat. Whenever things got rough, she just couldn't handle it, and instead of fighting through it with everyone else, she had done what she knew best and run. The girl was not proud of her actions, no rather the contrary. In fact, she doubted that if Snowbound survived, that she would even be allowed back after her blatant display of cowardice. Still, she wished to see if there was anything left in the rubble of a place that had once shone with so much energy. A place that she had grown to love, even if her actions did not do the best job of portraying that. The clouded leopard ventured over to the old cave, finding the fleeting scent of the clan rather dispiriting. But then she picked up a fresh trail among the stale scents. It led off away from the cave, but she supposed it was only logical to relocate after everything that had happened. She wondered who she would find if she followed the trail, who would still be there. Briefly, her thoughts drifted to Killua, and she felt sick with guilt. She was his first ever friend and she had ditched him. She really was horrible. Would he ever be able to forgive her? Would she ever be able to forgive herself? And Mel and Jacob and Izuku, they all had meant so much more to her than she could put into words, and she'd hurt them all.

Perhaps it would be best if she just left. They would likely be happier without her there to ruin everything. The thought seemed to cause her pain, but London felt that she deserved that for what she'd done. Should she at least go and apologize, or would it be best to just leave now and do her best to erase Snowbound from her memories? The girl wasn't sure which option she should choose, but her heart yearned to see her friends again. It was a selfish desire, but eventually, the girl gave in, following the trail to where Snowbound now chose to reside. It wasn't too far from their old territory, so the journey was short, but as she stood at the new border she felt so lost. Like she had been when she had first wandered into this snowy wonderland all those months ago. She wasn't sure if she had the strength to face anyone here, new or old. Surely they would judge her for leaving, they would eventually realize how horrible of a person she really was, and the girl's legs seemed to weaken at the thought. She didn't know what the faces would look like that would come to greet her. Relieved and happy, or cautious and betrayed? And the girl wasn't sure which was better. She'd really screwed up this time.