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Vathmos was on her way back to the camp when she heard the voice call out. A raccoon hung from her jaws, and the hyena gave a small rumble. She didn't know that voice. She'd have to go check it out.
The hyena made herself visible from the underbrush, her front covered in the raccoon's blood and mud matting the rest of her body. She placed the prey down. "Are you lost?"

This wouldn't be the first time someone had arrived on their border, vaguely pissed off and calling out the name of someone that very few, if anyone, knew. In fact, Aurum had his doubts that it would be the last, either. Things were just so strange around here that it seemed as though people got separated from each other very often, sometimes even separated by entire worlds – supposedly. However, the lion didn't really concern himself with who Chuuya was calling for, and rather focused on who Chuuya was, and why he was so far over their border. The proxy had been in town, relaxing for what felt like the first time in weeks. He'd been enjoying his lunch, chowing down on a large rabbit that someone had caught, when he caught sight of the unfamiliar male, and wrinkled his nose at the lack of the familiar Tanglewood scent. Vathmos had already moved over, and he felt the need to follow her, just to make sure she wasn't threatening to eat him or anything. Sighing heavily, the lion had shoved himself up to his paws before moving over, licking blood from his jaws and shifting his wings a bit, "Hey kid. Could you tell us your name, too? You're really far over the Tanglewood boundary line, and we don't appreciate trespassers." His voice was slightly dull, lacking the usual threat that came implied with that statement, but he still sounded pretty firm, and authoritative.

Well, this kid seemed like he was going to be an absolute joy to deal with. Yes, technically Chuuya had denied vehemently that he was any sort of kid, despite not being fully grown, and he was certainly swearing more like a sailor than a child, but Aurum still couldn't help the way his mind screamed kid when he looked down at the other. The flamboyant way the other introduced himself, especially when in combination with the confident smirk upon Chuuya's face, was enough to remind Aurum of Kaito, something that made his body tense up slowly. They really didn't need another thief in the group, even if Kaito wasn't a malicious one. Chuuya's words didn't exactly put the proxy at ease, either. The other had indeed answered his question of a name and why he was here, but the mention of the mafia made Aurum's lips tug down slightly, a bit of a worried look on the lion's face. He didn't have any personal experiences with the mafia, but from what he remembered from his stories and reading, they were never great news.

Trying to brush that off – along with the fact that Chuuya had called their beloved home God-forsaken – Aurum glanced at those around him before speaking,  "Alright then, Nakahara... I'm afraid we don't know anybody by the name of Dazai around here, so I doubt you'll find anything you're looking for here. I'm not sure what the hell the Port Mafia is, but provided you're nonviolent, you could stay here for the night. You look a little out of it, and you probably don't wanna go out into the wilds on your own if you're not in top shape." Perhaps if the other stayed for a night and enjoyed himself, he would decide to stick around. Although, Aurum honestly didn't care much either way, since Chuuya seemed quite preoccupied with finding Dazai. He wasn't sure what the others in the group would think of his suggestion, but it seemed like the most rational way forward to him. After all, it was either that Nakahara agreed to play nice and get some rest, or get run off of Tanglewood entirely when he found his friend wasn't here. Deciding to outline all the options for him, Aurum followed up after a moment, "You could also choose to stay here, and join us. If you do, you might be able to find your friend... er, the dimwit, even if they're not here. And you'd always have a home to return to."