Call it an ambassador check up or a visit to a friend, whatever works best, but Romulus was on a mission and was visiting Tanglewood. The lion had a vision in mind, a less dry one, and a goal to achieve. Relationships were important after all. The bond between two was undeniably something he could not ignore, even as a self-proclaimed logician. A pair, as a whole, needed to connect. Whether that was mutually beneficial or socially. Sometimes romantically, but the kingpin was internally wondering about Tanglewood’s relationship with his own group, sadly, as he walked along the neutral lands. The needs of others, rather than his own, had always been a priority.

With paws a few feet away from what he assumed was the swamp’s border, Romulus sat politely with his tail wrapped over his claws. The larger feline did not want to appear threatening. Given the tropical storm upon them, they had no time to boast and swipe claws at the border. Instead, he had a proposition. An inquiry, even. As neutrals, he was willing to help Tanglewood in their dire situation, as long as they assisted with the Coalition of the Condemned’s own. Consider it a laborious trade.

Patient eyes surveyed the damage before him in the meantime as the rain soaked his multicolored pelt, although the large tree above sheltered him slightly from the real dangers. Plants were uprooted, the salty smell of sea water had tainted the area, and trees had started to topple over within Tanglewood. The destruction was far from over though. Romulus merely lowered his head in disappointment, a sad and subtle frown appearing across his maw. Disgraceful. Perhaps it was best if they worked together in this trying time then.

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