Tanglewood. The scent of the swamp dwelling group was enough to make Michael want to turn tail and run, the small fugitive not eager to be on the end of whatever punishment they would give him for his past crimes. As far as he knew, nobody was actually aware of the fact that it had been him who kidnapped Moth, but that didn't make him feel any more at ease when he scented the allied group. Unfortunately for him, the musky scent of Tanglewood was practically the first thing to slap him in the face when he emerged from his home that morning, his ears pinning back as he paused in his step. Part of him wanted to turn right around and hide away inside for the next week – or month – but that would probably be suspicious, and would ultimately just end with Roxie beating down his door to find him. So, he just took a deep breath inward, calming his rattled nerves before he stepped out of his hut and headed down the beach towards the source of the scent. It would do him no good to just try and ignore it, so he might as well see who it was that had come to their island now. Last time it had been Sam, and that had worked out fairly well, so perhaps this wouldn't be so bad, really.

When he eventually arrived where Goldie, Sam, and Kaz were, he found himself pausing, his eyes widening a little at the wide variety of items Kaz had brought with him. It caused a bit of excitement in the thief, who wondered if the former Tangler had anything of value, before he quickly shook his head. Worry about stealing later. With this in mind, Michael moved over beside Sam, leaving a bit of space between them as he sat. Kaz was... interesting, to say the least. The other reminded him a bit of some of the thugs he had worked with earlier in life. Ex-"military" brutes that had good brains but instead decided to focus on using them for heinous things. It had been advantageous for Michael back then, but now it just sort of put him on edge. Especially with the evil eye that Sam was currently giving this guy. He must've done something really fucked up... or she just hated anybody who reminded her of her old home. Either way, Michael found himself muttering after a moment, "Uh... welcome to The Typhoon, I guess? Who're you? I don't have the background info Goldie and Sam do." He wasn't sure the guy would actually take a break from ordering around the crewmates he had claimed as moving peons, but he might as well try to make friends.

Oh shit! Another cheetah! What the fuck is up! People were just really coming in now, weren't they? Octane left his own hut in quick steps, his metal legs digging into the sand and threatening to trip him with every step. Caustic was still asleep, so the Typhoon would fall victim to his own abrasive personality now. He scrambles towards them- the presence of another cheetah feels familiar to him in a way he can't quite explain.
His head's already tolling through the differences as he approaches. He's picking up the tail ends of conversation, brain ticking through his own bits to add, arriving in haste. "Oh! You're from Tanglewood? Caustic is from there, that place stinks, have you met him?" he notes that Miller is taller than him, and a fake scenario plays out in his head of using his metal legs to bring the other to his size. He sees a few others there he recognizes; Michael, Sam, Goldie, and one of Roxie's little shits. His attention zooms back to the other cheetah, though.
"How fast can you go? Can we race sometime? I'll beat you," its a challenge and Octane is ready to fight for it. As soon as his wounds are healed, of course. Running was about the only damn thing fun around here, at least, that he could do by himself.
"Also, where did you get your scars? They're pretty wicked!"