The vaporwave sparkledoggo stepped out, triplet tails lashing rhythmically like a wave, from behind a redwood tree. His blue eyes narrowed skeptically as he trotted forward; he stopped in front of Foamkit, placing a front leg between the child and the stranger. While Jamie didn’t act threatening now, Quasar took no chances.

“Foamkit tends to wander,” Quasar said. The lanky adolescent looked down at the fox, yellow ears pricking forward, and he chewed on his tongue. “But I’m more interested in what you’re doing out here.”

After a sigh, the canine straightened up a tad, but his stance remained defensive. “I’m Quasar. I’m one of the animals that calls the Palm Glades home. But you could tell the borders marked, yeah? That’s because this is our territory. So. What brings you here?”

Warbound was the title that had been assigned to The Palm Glades, although it was a descriptor that was not wholly accurate. They were warbound in that they were always willing to defend themselves, even against the most dire of threats. They were warbound in that they would harshly punish any individual or group that dared to hurt someone who was considered one of them. They were not warbound in that they delighted in war, or even sought it out. Instead, they simply knew that war was a reality of life, and they were not afraid to lash out back at life if such an action became necessary. There were some interesting lands of the Beyond that saw that as too cruel, but Rhinestone had never seen it that way. They weren't unnecessarily cruel, and they didn't take pleasure in inflicting pain upon others. Rather, they just wanted to keep themselves safe, and were willing to go to any measure to do so. Rhine had to believe that even those who despised war could see the reason in that, considering how many members they had that disliked or outright hated battles.

Long strides eventually brought the blue hued serval over to where his son and the boy who was like a son to him stood. He winced upon hearing the harsh tone in Quasar's voice, knowing that the canine was just looking to protect the group. Still, there was no need to scare a potential joiner off just because they might have struggled with the border line. After sending a brief glance in his son's direction, Rhinestone turned to Jamie, looking the fox over briefly. The other didn't seem as though he was trying to come off as threatening, and he did seem as though he was genuinely lost – if Rhine was understanding his words correctly, that is. The leader was struggling a bit to parse out the other's accent. Taking a seat, Rhinestonestar cleared his throat before speaking, offering Jamie an even smile, "Hello there, Jamie. My name is Rhinestonestar, although you can just call me Rhine... I'm sorry to hear that you've ended up lost. As Quasar said, this is the land of the Palm Glades. If you're lost, are you looking for somewhere to stay temporarily?" Any help was good help, even if it did end up being only temporary until Jamie got his bearings. Of course, Rhinestone certainly wouldn't discourage the other from staying permanently.

Bairn? Fash? The vaporwave mess blinked at the Scottish fox, blue eyes squinting closed and open as he tried to figure out what the hell the stranger said. He caught Rhine’s look and huffed, his tails lashing behind him. How was he supposed to be polite, when Foamkit could walk around with impunity and get his stupid ass attacked by any stranger? Quasar’d had more sense the moment the pup’d opened his eyes.

“Well, if you don’t have anywhere to go, we do welcome new members. And I’m less prickly. With time.” Quasar grit his teeth, popping his jaw, and grumbled incoherently to himself.