Wormwood was back from yet another visit to the border of The Pitt, and he was feeling... well, exhausted. He had had a bit of a shouting fit against his "boyfriend" for what he had done to Sam, and even though they had made up in the end – Draekon had honestly just ended up ending Worm's yelling by wrapping arms around him and pinning him down to the ground, nuzzling him enthusiastically until Wormwood had finally given up – he still felt very worn down and like he needed a nap that lasted for hours and hours. So, he had practically dragged himself into Tanglewood's camp in the middle of the night, slowly pulling himself up onto the deck of his house and practically collapsing down on the wood with a sigh, the wood creaking loudly under the lion's massive weight.

He knew that he would need to get up and go to the shore in just a few minutes in order to wash the scent of the Pitt from his pelt, but he just... he just needed a couple of minutes of rest. And then he'd get up and go wash, nobody was even up right now. His eyes ended up falling closed as he drifted into a light sleep, and he was woken up by the sound of more creaking on the wood of his deck. His eyes slowly opened, and cold blue blinked at Poetking for a moment before widening in a panic when he realized that he had been caught. Trying to play it off, he slowly pushed himself up and grunted at his brother, his legs swaying with his still present exhaustion from walking all the way back to Tanglewood, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hello, Poet... what are you doing up? Do you need something?"[/glow]

Wormwood had wanted to distract Poet from the smell climbed clung to his fur, but the first words out of Poet's mouth made him flatten his ears. He stared at Poet, his claws digging in and out of the porch, before he finally mumbled softly, flicking his tail dismissively at his brother, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I went to the border of the Pitt to see if I could find anything out about where exactly Sam was taken."[/glow] He felt bad about lying right to his brother's face, but he couldn't let anyone know about Draekon, not even Poetking.

Wormwood sighed and mumbled as he dragged a paw down his face in frustration. He really should've made sure to wash off before this, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Isn't that my line? 'X isn't good for you'?"[/glow] He then mumbled softly as he began to carve patterns into his deck with one claw, his mind still seeming surprisingly far off, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I can't tell you, Poet... cause if I tell you, then you might tell the others, and I'll get in... a lot of trouble. Like, a lot of it..."[/glow]

Wormwood couldn't help but think that his brother still hated him for what he had done, and would take any chance to ruin their new happy life as a way of revenge. Taking a deep breath, Worm rested his head down before mumbling with a little shake of his head and twitch of his ears, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"No, I haven't hurt anybody, I just.... I'm dating someone from the Pitt."[/glow]

Wormwood blinked in surprise as Poetking casually laid down in front of him, not phased in the slightest by what he had said. He then mumbled softly, his ears pinning down to his head with slight unhappiness at the fact that Poet had said 'she', [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I, uh, that's not... quite gonna be an answer you're looking for. Since she is... not a she. His name is Draekon..."[/glow]