Was it perhaps unwise to almost immediately venture out to seek out new places to satiate his curiosity after what had transpired recently with him? Probably. But that wouldn’t stop the little adventurer, and he had no prior knowledge of allies and enemies and everything in between to create the bias necessary to avoid trouble. He would, eventually, when his roots were planted and things like politics mattered to him. All he knew at the moment was a debt to a creature who had spared his life, but that wasn’t a group, a home.

The desert was nearly insufferable, though his journeys through mountain ranges made the trek a little less problematic, luckily. He had heard whispers of a lost city or something of the sort, and wanted to see, and a jungle or something that stretched miles high. A new biome he had yet to lay eyes on. And he wanted to see. What he didn’t know was that he shouldn’t have been here, really.

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Curiosity.  It still burned within the petite deer-fox.  But she rarely ventured outside of the desert borders.  Home.  Family.  She preferred to stay close.  Had a job to do.  One that did lead her to wander the length of her home, hazel hues on the lookout.  Gathering herbs for the satchel harnessed to her side.

As she inhaled, the fleshweaver paused and frowned. Wings shuffling close.  She didn't recognize that scent.  Lips chewing the inside of her cheek as she turned towards an unfamiliar feline.

Well.  They were by themselves.  Didn't seem too aggressive.  The druid breathed out softly and began trotting over. Keeping some distance when she spoke, "s-salut?  Excuse me, but- but you're trespassing on the Pitt's territory."

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CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM.
The large draconic beast towered over the group as he came forth, staying in the back as he tried to get used to his own size. He wasn't really used to this body yet and he had yet to figure out just how to control when he shed one form to go to another. Still the hybrid tiger was here and he looked on with soft sigh, large teeth protruding from his upper and lower jaws. Someone else was trespassing, huh. Seemed to be the story of the Pitt's life right now and having angry people come like they were storming a castle. "Don't seem like there will be a problem. You look like you are just a wandering soul. Name's Valhalla, you may be safe here." He didn't know after all. There seemed to be mixed feelings when it came to those that trespassed. But he wasn't going to make a move against anyone. At least not unless he felt like it.

Quite frankly, Dante still didn't understand the rage and outburst that happened when he captured Fragglerock. Sure, maybe it was because the lion had been a literal kid, but shit happens. Kid needed to learn a lesson and by god, he certainly learned a lesson, it seemed. Fortunately for Aeternus though, Dante was not the first to approach, soon joining the group sometime after Valhalla arrived. There was frustration seemingly radiating off of the hybrid, mostly towards the fact that they were just waiting for a response and not demanding an answer, but he said nothing himself. Not yet anyway, but he definitely seemed like he was in a bad mood.

Although granted, when wasn't he in a bad mood?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

"The Pitt..." Aeternus echoed, glancing around at the scene playing out before him, both the background and those within it. He didn't recall every hearing about this group, but he couldn't say he knew about many things around here, cultures and whatnot. Blue eyes focused on the first one to cross his path, a hybrid of sorts, which was interesting at best. Quiet, too, seemed shaken up but by nothing in particular. However, a lady nonetheless, and where were his manners? "Aeternus, but...I'm afraid that's it! No fancy last name to carry." He was aware of them, how many had their families always tied to their existence, legacies and whatnot, he just did not ever have the same, not to his knowledge. "Didn't know a whole organized troupe lived here, 'course I only wander, never can remember all the rules if you've never been somewhere before, don'tcha think?" He lifted a grey paw, shaking the sand off of it before rubbing at his face. Some injuries, many hybrids, rather fascinating wasn't it? "Met a decent few somewhere up....north? North, probably, but that's it. Heard from some lone vagabonds about a lost city or the like, some rather large trees that don't look like the evergreens I know. Since I wouldn't dare intrude on a home for someone else, is that all true, or just stories?"

"You're intruding on our home already." Dante responded in a gruff manner. The kid rambling set him off as well, no surprise there, with the hybrid seemingly getting increasingly tired of Aeternus's bullshit. Or everyone's, really. Save for maybe Valhalla, that guy hadn't done anything to him yet. "There's a burnt city here, yes. Our land. You've got your answer, now leave."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

CAN'T DROWN MY DEMONS, THEY KNOW HOW TO SWIM.
The last time a child tranpezed and trembled onto their territory then got hurt he remembered Kold was angry and not at the kid. This time she seemed pretty annoyed at the kid who was involved. He took note of that and tilted his head to the side, jaws parting on a yawn. Well, whatever, he didn't particularly think the kid was a problem and in fact he understood the need to wander but hell, a territory was indeed a territory. A sigh left the draconic like beast as he looked down at the kid. "Yeah. Yeah. You might want to just totter back where you came from kid. The desert ain't really that friendly." And neither were the people it appeared which he was perfectly fine with. It wasn't like he was the bad guy in the situation either.