A strange green weasel skittered around the Enclave borders, unsure how mortals dealt with one joining these..."groups" and how they treated them. His tail flicked as flower petals gently drifted from his pelt, only scant few flowers bloomed on his pelt as of now. He silently mourned as he waited for any creature to show, his powers still not have come back in full yet. Rearing up on his hind legs, the old god quietly began messing with the autumn leaves that grew from behind his ears, carefully doing upkeep and removing enough to look presentable. He turned his long neck to glare at the scant flowers across his back, hoping that he still was able to make a good impression.

Scoffing to himself, Kojin Sakigami was the old God of Nature and Healing, he could handle not having his usual blooming coat and blooming steps (he thinks). With a pout, the weasel laid down, and waited. He waited centuries, and then years for his body to age, to be here, to experience the wonderful world of life.

He can wait a little bit longer.