A soft shake of his noggin is what he gave to Marina’s proposal of free commodities. All that would come of it was wasted energy, assuming that his joint’s inhabitants were to flee the territory like Vigenere had suggested. In fact, it was quite possible that Sunhaven was the swamp-dwellers’ next destination may very well be the beachside trading commonwealth, considering that the group was the closest ally that Tanglewood had. All the same, the leader’s dismay for his group’s current condition gave him hope, for perhaps these folks did not despise the hound’s brethren as he had once thought. "Thanks, but no thanks," Leroy would riposte in response to the goods, despite how much they’d benefit his home, ”I think we’re doin’ okay f’r now, but I appreciate the offer”. The conclusion of a sentence such as that was the prime position for a pet name, like doll, or schmoopy, or one of those names people find cute, though possibly such an action was inappropriate when addressing the the boss of another group. Yet, a compliment was all he had in store to give. Hell, it was the most anyone in Tanglewood could give. There were no gifts the mongrel could dispense, nothing in home’s stock. As far as he knew, there were no main exports, nihility in the tribe’s inventory, nothing, nada. Thus, it was a blessing to be in a friendship with the ‘Haven, their services being quite desirable indeed.

”We’re but a husk of what we once were, but we’ll hold our own... for now. There’s talk of leavin’ the grounds f’r a bit, to which I say “thank god”, I’ll be able to  stay outta the swamp, but where we’re goin’, I dunno. If you’ve got any suggestions on who we should contact on that matter, please share,” he’d slyly parlay at his sentence’s closure, from the hip posing a brief junction of the two group’s numbers.