While Wormwood was finally managing to adjust to his new home in the swamp that Tanglewood inhabited, that didn't mean that he wasn't still bothered by the overwhelming heat, particularly in the mornings when he had just woken up and already the air was suffocatingly humid. Unfortunately he had been sleeping and napping a lot more lately thanks to the recent death in the group that made him feel lethargic and worried. In fact, sometimes he just spent the night in Poet's house sleeping on the floor instead of going back to his own home because of how worried he had been about the other passing out and passing away lately. It made him feel somewhat comforted, but Poet's house unfortunately wasn't any less horribly hot than his house was. 

Growing more and more tired of experiencing nothing but awful heat for the last few days,
Wormwood had finally decided to try going to the shore that he had been hearing about from different npcs when he had asked about how the hell to get around the territory without getting hopelessly lost every other moment. Apparently it had lots of nice clean and cool water, and also sometimes accumulated small shells, rocks, and other things he could perhaps collect. It had taken a bit of searching and asking around, but eventually Worm had found his way to the shore, grinning at the clear waters in front of him that contrasted so starkly with the marshlands he had just emerged from.

Not wasting any time, he moved out into the water, letting it wash over his paws and ankles, before he went a bit deeper in and practically laid down, letting the water wash over him and rinse the dirt and mud out of his fur. Chuckling loudly for the first time in several days, the large golden lion began to roll around in the water, flicking his paws and throwing water up into the air. He laughed gleefully at just how nice and comfortable he felt as he rolled and splashed in the clean water. He flicked his ears and went to the edge of the water, pushing his paws into the rocks and silt and searching around with his nose for anything interesting. When he managed to find a small sand colored shell, he made a happy deep purring noise and put it aside, laying back down and closing his eyes in relaxation as he felt the small waves roll against his fur. It was probably the most happy and carefree had been in... ages, really.

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Wormwood's nice and peaceful splashing around had been interrupted when all of a sudden the absolute eye sore of a leopard came walking over. He had no problem with her personally – well, at least somewhat. She was very very loud, which he didn't appreciate, but he didn't hate her – but her color scheme made his eyes ache and his head feel dizzy if he looked at her too fast. Stilly, she was directly asking him a question, and he figured he should probably answer. Rolling over a bit so that he was laying on his stomach instead of on his back in the shallow water, the lion stretching himself out before mumbling softly, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I do enjoy collecting things, and shells are very pretty. Plus they're a nice memento of coming here to cool off for a bit."[/glow] He definitely wanted to remember this, since the warmth in his chest was now of happiness, and not of overwhelming humidity.

Hearing Delilah as she came over, the lion looked up at the blind female and smiled slightly, tilting his head. He liked Delilah. She seemed calm and mostly collected at all the times that he had seen her, and when he had first joined she had even mentioned how she was helping Poet out with his issues. Heaving himself up to the very edge of the water, Wormwood playfully flicked a bit of water in her direction as she sun bathed, rumbling in a relaxed and happy voice, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I believe that she's talking about the sand being pretty hot today with the sun out. That's all I can really imagine show meanz. If she doesn't.... I have no earthly idea.[/glow] It was nice to see that others were coming around and starting to relax on the shore with him. It felt like the group members needed this, given recent events.

When Ubbe arrived, Wormwood rolled over onto his side in the water before making a face and sitting back up when he felt water slosh against his ear. Shaking his head from side to side, he watched Ubbe for a moment before chuckling and saying softly as he laid his chin down against the sand in front of him, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"You alright there, Ubbe? I take it you're not a huge fan of water?"[/glow] He supposed he could understand that, given how the water could have connections to various different traumas that someone may face. Still though, Worm couldn't imagine anywhere he'd rather be than laying in the water right now, given how he'd been forced to slog through blazing hot mud for the last few days.

Wormwood's eyes immediately flicked over to Moth when she came and sat down in thewater, evidently with the same goal as him in mind, just with a bit less enthusiasm and splashing. Clearing his throat a little bit, the large lion flicked his tail in her direction as a greeting, not wanting to get up and scare her off, since she seemed wary around the newer members, a group which he was apart of, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey there. Wow... a lot of us are coming down to the shore today, huh? I hope that I wasn't so loud that I attracted all of you here... I don't think we've met before. I'm Wormwood."[/glow]