Hush was really one of the worst people to go and welcome in a joiner, especially one such as Caesar, since the chimpanzee was so far up and away from the small golden feline that it was nearly impossible for him to get his attention without his voice. Still, he could try at the very least, especially since he could feel a sting of anxiety in his chest at just watching the father and his child sat up on the gate. Yes, Caesar was a monkey, and was certainly far more qualified for sitting up on the gate of the Typhoon than say, Hush, but he was still petrified that the other male was going to plummet to the ground, killing both him and the little child that he seemed to be speaking to. The vision of it immediately made the young hero of the wild feel nauseous, and he moved over to where the gate was quickly, hesitating for a long moment before placing one of his paws against the gate, stamping his little foot against it so that it would produce a noise that would hopefully grab Caesar's attention. Whether or not the chimpanzee looked down or not, Hush found himself freezing and just staring up at Caesar with a dumb look on his face. What exactly was his plan now? He couldn't call up to Caesar, and he doubted that the other would be able to read from up there, but... he didn't really have any other options, now did he?

Taking a deep breath, he shoved his paw against the gate for several more times before waving his front paws around, trying to get Caesar to descend to the ground. He then crouched down against the dirt ground, using his claws to dig out letters carefully, "HELLO? COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHY YOU'RE HERE? MY NAME IS HUSHSOUND, AND THIS IS THE TYPHOON." He hoped that the other actually came down and read it, because if he decided that he was more comfortable up on the gate and didn't care about the small golden feline frantically flailing his arms, then Hush would be forced to just sit there and wait for someone who could speak to come over. In the back of his mind, part of him was worried that Caesar would be like the chimpanzees that he had read about or met in the wild, the ones that had an unpleasant habit of slinging their feces at anything that proved to be even the slightest annoying to them, but it thankfully seemed as though Caesar wasn't one of those types of chimpanzees, at least if his speaking to his son was anything to be believed – even though Hush had only heard about half of the short conversation thanks to the fact that they were so high up compared to him. He found himself wishing that he was able to climb up things better these days, like back when he had been known to many as Link.

Thanlfully, it seemed as though Hush would not have to suffer with flailing around his limbs very long, thanks to the keen little eyes of Caesar's son, and the way that the child grinned down at him. Less fortunately, it seemed that Hush's main method of communication was out of the picture, and now he had only two options. His first was to attempt sign language, since it was the only other nonverbal way that he had of communicating with another, but part of him doubted that Caesar would be able to understand that. After all, if the other couldn't read, how was he supposed to read a book teaching him how to communicate in sign language? It was a real shame though, since of all the creatures that could end up learning and using sign language, monkeys were probably the best, thanks to the fact that they had their useful little fingers. Still, none of these thoughts actually helped him get across any of the messages that came to mind when Caesar spoke, introducing himself and his son. God, he seemed so polite, and that made Hushsound wince even more, feeling ridiculous for just sitting there without doing anything for several minutes.

Glancing around helplessly, the small golden feline finally just sighed out of his nose, resigning himself to his fate. He was going to have to speak out loud, or else poor Caesar and Blue were going to be forced to just sit down until somebody else came along, weren't they? Taking a deep breath, the Hero of the Wild cracked open his muzzle, flinching a bit as soon as the cold air hit his throat and the inside of his mouth, seeping into his cracked and dry mouth, rough from disuse. The only person he had spoken to recently was Tanteri, and even then it had only been a few sparse sentences of comfort – hardly anything to write home about, ironically enough. The male eventually, after a bit of an internal pep talk, mowed softly, his voice hoarse and cracking frequently as he forced out the words, his blue gaze staying trained on the ground below, rather than Caesar and Blue eyes, "If... if you're looking for somewhere to stay, you can stay here. This is the territory of the Typhoon, we're a group... my name is Hushsound, by the way." He kept it rather brief, already despising the sound of his own voice as it reached his ears, which pinned down against his head.