This would prove to be Abathur's first time doing border duty, by pure and immeasurable chance.

As it happened, he didn't really spend much time near any of the borders. They were far too far out of the way for him to go to regularly, and frankly why would he? He had zero obligation to go to anyplace on the edge of Tanglewood, since he wasn't a high position and definitely didn't know of any other reason to go there - he was sure not a lot of people wanted to join the swampy group, due to the whole swamp thing, and plus he didn't want to be the one to scare anyone away from joining the place; at least, those were the things he used as excuses - frankly he just couldn't be bothered to travel that far just to talk to people.

Apparently, though, he could be bothered to travel that far by a combination of  curiosity (centered around alligators), determination (to find those gators), and a general lack of smell (with which to realize he was at the borders). By the time he had given up on his quest to find the deadly reptiles, he had realized how far he had traveled by the gentle ache of what little musculature he had inside of him. That, and the strange mammalian creature that was facing into the territory.

The spider would make his appearance by pushing through some underbrush, scrambling out quickly, and then stopping once he saw the boat - as in the bat-goat. There was no aquatic vessel here. He quickly stepped to stand beside his clanmate, Kaz, examining the not-a-ship with keen green eyes. "Greetings," the onyx arachnid grumbled, curiosity immediately making him forget any inclinations towards not freaking people out. Thank God Kaz was here, otherwise he'd probably scare the fantastical being off. What a beautiful looking creature this was, so oddly hybridized from a goat (or similar ungulate species) and a bay... he couldn't help but wonder how much was mutations and how much was just natural. Was he the product of some inhumane human experimentation? Radiation? The strange cross-breeding of an even-more-strangely genetically compatible pair of a goat and a bat? Magic or other supernatural effect? So many ideas! "Is subject... joining?" He asked, a slight hint of Hope in his voice, barely containing the veritable artillery of questions he wanted to unload upon the poor man.

tags - "speech"

The sound of chitchat emerged off towards the border. Normally, Leroy wouldn't pay any mind to it. In his opinion, intruding on a pre-existing conversation that he had nothing to do with was a blatant act of discourtesy. If someone truly wanted him involved in their discussion, they'd go out of their way to find the general - if he were to force himself on them, it would be bad etiquette.

Every now and then, though, certain circumstances compelled him to bypass his opinion.

Between three to four voices were picked up by the wolfhound's folded ears. One of the voices did not belong to a swamp-dweller, the mongrel discovered after closer analysis. Even more curious, Leroy swore that he could hear his name being dropped by Miller, denoting that he was of some relevance to whatever was unfolding. Intriguing. Either a clueless chump was dallying about the territory's outskirts, or a possible threat was being exceptionally problematic. Those were his guesses, anyways. Regardless of the scenario's conditions, it had been made crystal clear that the canine's attendance was necessary.

Strides reeking of pride and purpose carry him to the situation, although he nearly trips over himself upon seeing the creature that stood among his tribemates. Eventually, he halts a decent distance away from the stranger, though his brown hues maintain a firm stare on the amalgam of a being. Its appearance puzzled him, for it possessed the qualities of both a goat and a bat - an unholy combination if he'd ever seen one. If he had to associate fellow's looks with something he knew, he'd probably go with one of Tanglewood's heavily mutated fauna that lurked in the swamp. Those made his stomach lurch, and the chieftain of the Halls induced a similar effect.

Leroy caught the tail-end of Redvox's drivel. A party, one which Pittians were attending. That tidbit alone was enough to warrant a no in Leroy's books. Hell, Redvox nearly summoned a laugh from the General, who found the hybrid's naivety astounding. Quarrel-free or no, the Pitt was still an official enemy of Tanglewood - notwithstanding the individual who led the desert-bound tribe. Miller had done well in disclosing the matters at hand, and he was thankful for that. Though if the cheetah's words were not enough to quell the Harbinger's intentions, then the wolfhound assumed that his forthcoming tirade would. "I believe that my comrade made it veryclear, Vinny," he declares acutely, recalling the foreigner's curious nickname. "I hope ya realize how big of a fool's errand this was, askin' us to attend some dinky tea party while in the company of our kin's very murderers." His maw curls into a frown at this, hoping to emphasize his discontent. "I ain't able to tell if  your invitation is a low insult to us Tanglers, or just an act of sheer dumbassery; you best hope it's the latter, though, 'cause I don't take too well to insults."

Following his exasperated rhetoric, the General turns to face Feza, Abathur, and whomever else was present. Resentment flared in his eyes, accompanied by his frown, which had soured tenfold since he began speaking. "I will not bar any of you from attendin', so you may go if you please." Forthwith, his field of view focuses on Redvox once more. "But I ain't goin', and if any of my acquaintances have the slightest shred of respect for the tribe that they inhabit, they won't be goin' neither."

Assuming that Goldenluxury was going to be present, he did not doubt the least bit that she'd understand his absence. After all, The Typhoon had been hit harder by the Pitt over the years.