God, the alligators were a frightening sight and if it weren't for Jolyne's voice, Atbash likely would have avoided the area where she heard the gators hissing. Trying to swallow her fear as much as possible and keeping her distance from a few gators that were waddling back to their homes, the savannah eventually found herself beneath the tree that Jolyne was perched in. Where...? The thought popped into Atbash's mind as she searched for the stranger, noting how strong the scent was - before she looked up and saw an American Curl in the tree above her. Oh!

"Hey there!" Atbash called up to Jolyne. "The gators didn't scare you off, huh? My name's Atbash Cipher, what brings you here to Tanglewood?"

I wish I could feel the same way. Atbash thought with a smile on her face, amused by Jolyne's explanation why she wasn't bothered by the gators. The Scottish Fold came down from her perch, which made the savannah step back a few paces to give her space - not that there wasn't plenty of space around, Atbash just was a bit particular with her space, as funny as that seemed. "We would love to have you here. I can show you the way to camp, if you want?"