A lot could change in two years. Unlike their previous reputation, the Coalition of the Condemned's current Kingpin had less violent, greedy views. Instead he focused on the betterment of their animals through neutral measures, unlike his father's point of view. Ultimately, that left the group's state, at the moment, rather peaceful. Romulus never wanted to lead but he was proud of what had become of his long reign and the changes made. He did not want the others to lose their loved ones like he did, so his reign would remain on middle grounds with decisive decisions.

Even so, the Coalition of the Condemned's reputation from the past never disappeared. Their power was always remembered. The lion couldn't help but worry that could bring trouble in the future, given the amount of wanderers on the border from time to time. Who know what or who would cause problems. With another day though, more came. His muscles tensed at the sound of commotion nearby. Rounded ears managed to catch the tail end of their meow. 'I'm from the Typhoon.' Caution momentarily held him back. His head swiveled towards the two and periwinkle eyes narrowed at the stranger as they introduced themselves. Odd. Just 'seeing how they were' was different.

Despite his hesitance, multicolored paws trailed forward. He came to a stop next to Scyllios and momentarily offered the other wanderer a nod, only to turn his attention back onto Ciabhan seconds later. "I'm afraid we don't have plenty of visitors asking how things have been going in the Coalition," he started off with. "Is there any reason you are asking? Are you an ambassador for The Typhoon?" His head craned. Romulus would hold off from introducing himself until their response was deemed satisfying, especially with a presumed enemy on their border.