Daphne wasn't quite sure what to think about her new home. She liked it, she supposed. It was certainly better than the only two other places she lived. It was far better off than the little village she'd called her home for most of her mortal life and it was better than the Otherworld, where toxin bubbled just beneath the pristine surface. Here, she had nothing to fear other than perhaps one of her new friends would mistake her for some type of food, which was easily stopped by speaking up. She wasn't sure what made the difference between some animals in this strange world speaking and others being incapable of communication but it was something that greatly interested her. What stopped all the insects and even other birds, like herself, from speaking their mind and joining these groups the animals had formed? She was sure it was some type of magic, though nothing like what she'd ever seen.

She was pulled from the thoughts of magic and worlds and preferences when she heard a loud yawn and then an unfamiliar voice that followed. The tiny avian fluttered towards it and smiled (could she smile with a beak? She wasn't sure, though she was certainly trying) before speaking up, "Um, hello. My name's Daphne. I don't think we've met."

"Oh! Thank you! I didn't really pick it out, though," The girl answered with a wide smile. If anything, this bird had been born out of necessity, in a desperate attempt to escape a world she apparently knew very little about. It'd been a terrible experience overall but she had to admit that being a bird had it's benefits. If only she'd been able to be something this small when she'd needed to spy for the Otherworld, for her doe. Well, no, she supposed now that wouldn't matter. If anything, she should be thankful for how ineffective her body had made her then. The entirely situation was confusing and painful to think about. She needed to move on, to think about something. "Oh, you shouldn't say that. I think you look lovely." Comforting words. Caretaker words. A part of her wanted to be repulsed by her natural reaction, one that had been ingrained in her by such a horrible place, but it was all she had.

"Oh, I think it'd be hard for me to forget." She remembered every name. Even after all this time, all the faces and names. She remembered it all. One more was nothing. "I actually just came here recently, which is probably why we haven't met yet," she explained before her gaze drifted to Daphne. "Technically, wouldn't I be the second Daphne? You were here first, after all," she giggled. "And I love it here so far! It's very... free."

"I'm sure there will be a lot of that once we get a grip on what the hell we're doing." Now entered the massive yet surprisingly well-groomed form of the snow-white Siberian tiger, who carefully examined the female before him. "I am Iosef. A pleasure to meet you, Госпожа." There would be many introductions he would have to make over the course of his time here, and this was only the beginning. He figured that all that "warbound action" Guru yearned for would come in time, when the hierarchy was set in place and the Typhoon made use of every nook and cranny in their domain. Sure, they could start all that pillaging fun now, but without a chain of command it could very well be dysfunctional and reckless. He'd be more content with the latter, but now the desire to explore the world and seize it for himself (and the Typhoon) was only growing more and more.