The close relationship that The Typhoon and Tanglewood had was honestly a relief to Aurum, who had once grown so used to the politics of The Pride that he had assumed no group actually had allies. Thankfully, Tanglewood had proved him wrong in yet another area, as evidenced by the fact that both groups could often be seen exchanging gifts back and forth, delivering news efficiently, and having each other's backs when it came to battles, even if that hadn't exactly been necessary as of late. Even though he was sure that both groups could certainly survive on their own, Aurum was fairly sure that neither Tanglewood nor The Typhoon would be as thriving as they were, without each other. The lion himself was very sure that, without some of the people within the Typhoon like Goldie, he wouldn't be half of the lion he was today. Interacting with Goldie and becoming friends with her had been a delight, and she had inspired him by showing him what a good leader could truly be. So, when the news of her injuries had arrived from Vigenere, he had been understandably distressed.

The smell of The Typhoon began to draw Aurum over before he even heard Roxie's call, although he couldn't help his slight disappointment at her voice not being that of Goldie. It wasn't that he disliked Roxie. No, he actually thought of her as quite nice, and enjoyed her company. Rather, he was just enthusiastic to see when Goldie would be back up on her feet, and alright. Nevertheless, the shaderunner still made his way over, wings neat against his back and tail held high behind him. He offered Roxie a broad grin, his voice coming out in a rumbling chuff of fondness, "Hey, Roxie. It's good to see you around these parts... what'd you bring us?" The last part of his statement held a soft air of teasing, his one blue eye lingering on the basket that the feline had brought with her.