There was a dog splashing around in the ocean. Rather, there was a creature that looked a lot like a dog splashing around in the ocean. For the briefest of moments, Michael allowed himself to hope when he caught sight of the dhole, because a dhole, from some distance, could look like a coyote. Michael had been hoping for days now that a certain coyote would somehow magically appear on the border of the Typhoon and start yelling at him, furious that the bobcat was even still alive. However, as Michael found his way closer and closer to where the sans met the ocean, he felt his heart sink in disappointment, a soft sigh slipping put of his muzzle. That most certainly wasn't his coyote. It also, however, wasn't anybody that Michael had seen before in the last few days he had been getting used to the Typhoon. Granted, he had now spent several of those days recovering from injuries, but he still liked to think he had met quite a few new faces who had begun to feel familiar, so the distinct lack of familiarity was what drew him to Bokarsi, figuring he shouldn't just let some strange kid bounce around in their ocean. They didn't seem to represent a threat, and Michael certainly wasn't gonna be able to have any sort of intimidation factor in his current state, but hopefully someone else would follow after him to help. Hopefully.

Crossing the last bit of distance between he and Bokarsi, Michael came to a stop once he reached the edge of the ocean, his black paws sitting carefully where the waves lapped at the shore. Perhaps previously he would've gone out farther, but at the moment he still looked half mummified with the bandages that covered his injured form, and he wasn't dying to get all of those wet or salt water in his wounds. So, the bobcat just peered over the top of his aviators at Bokarsi, his blue gaze trailing down over the canid creature as he usually did with newcomers, identifying any prone weaknesses. He filed them away as usual, but resolved to hopefully not have to use any of that information. After all, Bokarsi seemed young, and Michael wasn't a huge fan of fighting kids. Once that was done, the bobcat cleared his throat, raising his voice above the waves as he called out, ""Hey! Hey, uh, could I talk to you?" His throat sort of ached from calling out like this, having gone rough and hoarse from disuse after the attack, but he certainly wasn't stepping out any farther, ""You're on the territory of the Typhoon... I don't got anythin' against having a nice little swim out in the waves or splashin' around, but it might be in your best interest to introduce yourself first, ya know?"

The scene around them could be considered to be, for the most part, serene. The sun was high in the sky, the waves were blue and sparkling and beautiful. Yet still, Michael found that he couldn't relax or be put at ease, thanks to the creatures he could still imagine lingering in the shadows. He knew that the wolf had technically been caught, but what if it had friends? What if the tanglers came for him? He couldn't relax even for a second, even in the presence of a seemingly innocent kid. He needed to be ready for anything, to protect himself, and now Bokarsi, if something came lunging forth from the edges.

Admittedly, Michael had not welcomed many people into the Typhoon yet. Not because he didn't have the desire to – although meeting new people always did put him on edge, worried they were in the grand majority that wanted his head on a platter – but rather because he hadn't been here long enough to see many come around. However, even with his relative inexperience, the male felt like something was off about this particular encounter. Michael knew full well that he could sometimes get a little stuck inside his own head, too focused on his thoughts to really think about what he was doing, but Bokarsi seemed to take it to a new extreme. As if their head was always off in the clouds, processing far too many thoughts at once. At least, that was the impression that Michael got as Bo looked at him, their eyes flicking from his fur, to his jewelry, before finally landing upon his bandages. It made him shift uncomfortably, feeling vaguely like he did when Caustic had looked at him in the Pitt. It wasn't quite the same feeling, but it was unnervingly similar.

Thankfully, he was wrenched from his worries before long by the sound of Bokarsi speaking up, finally introducing their self. Bokarsi was an... odd name, but that was far from the most obvious thing to judge about them, so Michael just let it slide, nodding his head mutely. When asked about what exactly the Typhoon was, the bobcat found himself floundering a bit, wishing there was someone else here. It wasn't as if he didn't know about where he was, but Roxie's lessons had been slow, especially with both of them injured. Still, he pushed through, faking a little toothy smile as he responded, "Ah, well... we're not exactly either of those things, but we do live on this territory, which is kinda like a city. The Typhoon is a group, y'know? We're all together in one clan and we live here. We got a leader and a tavern and all that shit... generally I think we don't like havin' people here much without them joining." He could've been wrong about that particular little detail, but it sure didn't seem like anybody was too keen to just have strangers wandering around their territory around here.