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Had Arrow ever actually been to the Typhoon? She didn’t think so, she’d interacted with the pirates on occasion when they came over to the swampland, and she’d been around long enough to watch the building of their oldest alliance. Which made her feel old as shit by the way, but that wasn’t the point. This wouldn’t be some ambassador trip, and even the idea of crawling to another group for help brought bile to her throat. Or maybe that’s just what her pride tasted like. But there was no choice now, Tanglewood needed serious help, and she could only think of one reliable group to maybe help them, offer supplies in such a daunting time. Taking the trek when in such a dehydrated, malnourished state was risky in itself, and she was no god or powerful spirit that could make it with a bit of a pain. She’d come back from the dead once, but maybe once was all that was allowed, and she had a family she had to see to.

The sun felt less harsh by the beach, and almost immediately after reaching the water, Arrow flopped down over the end of the railroad by the gate, shoving her face in the salty water to cool off. And it certainly felt wonderful, weird compared to the stagnant fresh water of home but that water was on death’s door as well. It took the cheetah a few moments to recover, spitting out salty water and sitting up straight enough to swing a paw at the bell above, announcing their arrival with a loud metallic ring. The snakes, nestled in their little bucket beneath everyone’s paws writhed and hissed in warning, to which Arrow promptly, without any self-preservation or a fuck to give, hissed loudly back. Y'know, against the multiple dangerously venomous mambas. 

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While the bell gathered her attention as usual, it was hissing back at the black mambas, that truly caught the dire wolf's interest.  Sightless seagreen hues flickered in a brief display of amusement.  She certainly didn't feel any ill will toward the snakes but... No one had ever hissed back at them.  Not where the dealer could hear it anyway.

The faint traces of a smile tugged on her lips.  Roxanne had already made the necessary inquiry though, so the canine remained quiet for the moment, offering a soft, "aloha," in greeting.

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Tanglewood. Roan had never held a very high opinion of the other group, even if they were one of The Typhoon's longest standing allies. That was mostly as a result of Vigenere's period of leadership, though. The Cipher getting captured and needing Goldie to rescue him had aggravated and unsettled the medic, as well as solidified Tanglewood as a weak group in his mind. The takeover by the Coalition hadn't caused his opinion to become any higher, and this situation wouldn't either. Although, at the very least, this particular event couldn't really be said to actually be Tanglewood's fault. A rush of furiously hot weather and a drought was merely something natural, and nothing that any of them could've prevented merely by being stronger. It wasn't the same as a takeover, or their leader being taken. And at the very least, the siamese would admire them for being able to ask for help.

The slow ringing of the bell was what attracted Roan over, the soothsayer arriving not long after his mama, and Keona. He settled down near Roxanne's side, briefly pressing his pelt against her own before he looked over Arrow, and the others she had brought with her. It took him only a couple of moments before he spoke up, gaze narrowed, "...You're unwell. All of you. What's going on...?" Had some kind of sickness swept through their group? It didn't seem like it. Mainly because he'd hope they'd have the common sense to not send potential disease spreaders out to other groups. Still, none of them looked to be in particularly good shape. Malnourished, dehydrated... even if they weren't dealing with a sickness at the moment, one could very easily ravage a group in such a sorry state. Not that he wanted that to happen, he had merely been trained to watch out for the worst case scenarios when it came to... anything, really. It was part of being a medic – a precaution to make sure you didn't become too comfortable, or cocky.