When he had died, all of Nicabar's senses had been occupied by that of the Pitt. He saw a pittian, smelled the stench of the desert group, felt the bite as it began to go for his throat and heard nothing but the screams coming from the confused souls in his body. It seemed as though all but one had found it devastating that he'd been killed in such a manner, and the one seemed to enjoy it. Names were not known to Nicabar, but he still tried. It seemed as though they were barred from telling him the truth though, who they were and why they were there, so he had simply give up on trying to get answers from them. It was possible he could do so using outside sources.

Nicabar had found things that some had enjoyed but others hadn't, and when he'd found an old garden that was destroyed by a home in Tanglewood, one had almost overwhelmed him with joy, so he'd continue. Digging through the weeds and looking over the dead plants that had long since been rooted up and slashed with claws, the male began to clear the way for new plants, flowers and foods that all of tanglewood could enjoy.  "speech"

Ears pricked as others came towards the serval, his head turning and paws stopping their work for a moment as he listened to the words spoken towards him. A soft smile placed itself on the male's face as he thought for a moment about the questions brought to him. "If you'd like to help it'd be appreciated!" He spoke towards the two, tail flicking for a moment behind him. "Today I think it's just going to be a lot of weeding, this place looks like someone tore through it and left it to die." Lots of weeds had grown there since the previous owner had done such a thing to it, and Nicabar wanted to make sure there was a spot for plants in case Tanglewood needed them.  "speech"

Selby. The name sounded familiar to Nicabar for whatever reason. The souls inside of him becoming restless when the name had been mentioned. It seemed as though all three knew the male for whatever reason, though Nicabar hadn't seen him before. He guessed it was before his time here in Tanglewood. "The tremors messed up some of the houses here, yeah?" Nicabar would ask as he worked. He could tell from the rubble of some of the houses and the lack of plants growing all over them that they had fallen more recently, and though he hadn't been here when the tremors had been, Nicabar knew that they had been more recent as well.  "speech"