It was interesting, being once again in a place where every face around every corner wasn't familiar to him, but it was also sort of exciting. It meant that he didn't have to be alone with his thoughts, and could instead spend his time finding out about these new others in his life, as well as though who had yet to come. He shared a similar feeling with Daphne – one of feeling alone, and abandoned by your birth family, the ones who were supposed to be there for you forever. Sure, he now had a new family, composed of both all of the people in Tanglewood that he had come to love so dearly, along with all of the new people here that were quickly becoming more souls for him to protect. But still, he would never have the people who had raised him ever again. He would never have Poetking at his side again, nor would he be forced to ignore his Mother's nagging or his Father's glares. His parents were gone, both buried beneath the earth in different places, and killed by different violent means, while Poetking was gone, off on his own little adventures to a place that Worm never even wanted to think about approaching again. It would have made him more sad, if it weren't for the fact that hatred had been growing in his heart for his birth family for a long time.

The hellhound had been resting from his long trek from Tanglewood to here, his ears pinned down and his body relaxed as he ignored the troubling dreams that so commonly tried to plague his sleep these days, when all of a sudden he heard a voice calling from below. The rotted blue male slowly got up to his feet, making his way downwards to where Daphne was, curiosity plain in his golden gaze as he spotted the other. It was pretty interesting, seeing another hellhound, even if she was some sort of odd mix, and certainly wasn't the same as the Decrepit darkhound standing before her. He barked softly as he gently nudged the ground with one of his clawed paws, still getting used to the feeling of sand between his toes instead of swampland, "Hello there, miss. Can I help you with something? Joining, maybe?" He couldn't help the faint happiness in his voice, always excited for newcomers to either of the groups he inhabited. After all, each new person represented another soul for him to get to know, and perhaps a new member of his rapidly growing family.