The petite nurse's arrival was announced only by the slightest of nods from her cream head. She gazed idly at Zimavich before permitting her cerulean eyes to fall upon Iota and, by extension, her horns. They were absolutely fascinating and Nayru, suddenly excited, longed to study them. Goddesses, get a hold on yourself, Her mind commanded, forcing her to settle. She'd ask about them only after after the girl her opposite made both her name and business known but, like many who came across their swampy borders, she presumed that this would be a new clanmate of theirs very shortly. Taking a seat, the healer allowed a polite smile to touch her pale features, more engaged and expressive than usual. [b][color=#6b7e99]"My name is Nayru."

iota caught the smell of her onlookers as she tread towards the bramble-enclosed marshy borders of tanglewood. not one, but two. one of them felt... larger in presence; iota scented it first. a shabby stench, but a welcoming one nonetheless. it wasn't a stench that was extreme, to her at least. the other was not as prevalent, but the scent was present nonetheless.
her head craned around the area, scanning the dark swamp-encircled horizon for her newfound acquaintances. she caught the sight of what looked like a large bear, coated with the blood of the swamplands -- as well as what looked like his own -- which approached her, making his massive size well aware to iota. she then caught a glimpse of the second figure, much smaller in comparison to the large beast that made itself known to her. a slim tabby, a she-cat just like her.
[align=center]just like her...?

Morgan approached its fellow Tanglers for support, appearing from behind some tall grass. The samoyed stared at the stranger, concluding that they were not a threat to the group.

"Come with us to join, Iota," it said, stepping past Nayru to meet Zimavich. Melting away just enough of its icy mask to expose its eyes, the dog continued, "Welcome. Dangerous here, many gators and traps." In an attempt at friendliness it wagged its tail, gesturing its head toward the rest of the trio. "Name is Morgan."

Morgan smiled back, glad that its words had helped. It turned around, facing the nearby town. "Yes, let's go," it replied, stepping forward and beckoning the others to join it. "Traps everywhere. Follow me close." Thankfully, the place Iota chose to enter from was one that had relatively few alligators. Of course, the Tanglewood traps would still be a bit of a threat - the only real danger in the area.