When Wormwood had first arrived at the border of Tanglewood, he had been shocked by the sheer heat that enveloped the entire territory, even now that it was beginning to come closer and closer to the winter months. He had been able to somewhat understand it when he had first arrived, near the beginning of summer, but now it was just annoying, and Worm found himself laying out on his porch, grumbling a little to himself over the still oppressive heat that sunk into his thick pelt. Feza probably had it worse than he did, given the fact that his pelt was thin enough to cling down to his body – minus his mane, of course – while Feza was like an extremely fluffy thundercloud all the time, but at the very least she now had this elemental power that she could call upon to cool herself down. Meanwhile, in comparison, Wormwood had the power of flames under his control, something that wasn't extremely useful when it came to cooling down. It was very useful when he had to, say, cook something, or when he needed to quickly injure an enemy and motivate them to get the hell away from him. In terms of powers that he used on a daily basis, though? His fire elementals never even really came to mind, since he didn't particularly want any more sharp heat close to his body. Still, over time he had become used to the heat, and usually he dealt with it by hiding himself away in a cold place, curling up into a tight ball and just letting the chill infect his bones, staying with him for a long time after he went back into the open humid air. Worm had been attempting this once again by curling up in his nice cool bed before heading out onto his porch to try a nice long nap, but it seemed that fate had decided that it wasn't Worm's time for relaxation. When he heard Feza's call, his head immediately snapped up from his rest, slowly sitting up and heading down his steps. He had no idea how Feza had managed to set up bumper cars, but his interest was certainly piqued, and he found himself padding quickly towards where Feza was standing, huffing out tired sighs.

When he saw the huge bumper car ring that Feza had managed to set up, Worm found himself blinking in surprise. He stared at the ice for a long moment before his soft blue gaze moved up to the railings that were surrounding the arena. He silently felt a great deal of pride over the fact that Feza actually seemed to be attempting to make the things that she did a little safer, and less messy. Moving over to where the snow leopard was sitting, the lion sat back on his haunches and tilted his head to one side for a long moment before rumbling to his fellow guardsman, "Feza... I'm not mad or anything. I'm actually quite pleased with how you set this up, and it seems fun, but... how do the bumper cars move, exactly?" He looked over at the other curiously, his large paws resting against the earth as he questioned her, wondering what was supposed to propel the icy bumper cars forward. He had been being honest, when he had said that he wasn't angry with her, and his tome held no note of malice or anger, just genuine confusion over how this was supposed to work. He would've actually been willing to participate in this little get together, since it seemed like it was safer than any of the others, but he wasn't sure how to participate. Perhaps he would drive it forward with the power of his wings? That was the only idea that came to mind, besides just propelling himself forward with an oar off of the ice, or something like that.