For a non aquatic creature himself, the latest Luminary had a strange interest in water, perhaps a bit too morbid of an interest. For reasons of his own, he was down near the beaches, buried in his own thoughts and actions as he walked along the beach. Lifting his head at the sound of voices and the approaching sight of the boats he'd commissioned from The Typhoon, he would retreat back to the cover of trees to allow the landing party to come ashore. He couldn't help the silent laugh to himself at Morrison's comment on swamp sludge before he stepped forward. It was easier to communicate with a different body than the one he was born into and those choices were slim. Shedding his tabby form for that of a large lion, he stepped from the cover of trees with a rumble of greeting, "Welcome to the Swamp, Typhooners. Nice to see you, Morrison.", he would speak as he shook muck from wide paws, semi-transparent veil fluttering in the slight breeze. He would offer a smile under the veil and the mask that he wore to hide the scarring that he bore upon his maw and face.

Casting his silver-eyed glance over the boats the Typhoon had wrangled for them, a look of pleasure was in his eyes. The last few months had been hard enough to get through, let alone for the ship-makers of the Typhoon who had created these boats for them. It was half-satisfying to know that Tanglewood's own lumber was used in this project, even if the Typhoon didn't know the exact reason why he wanted these hunks of wood. Though, he couldn't say that they probably didn't have an idea. Low was the growl as he cleared his throat, a nasty sounding cough escaping the brute. Shaking his head to clear the pain, he would fix Morrison and his crews with a curious look. Quite a large amount of boats and hands to work them. It seemed to him that the Typhoon might be making another trip out to the island they had discovered, one that Tanglewood would soon be taking if he had any say in it. He had yet to address this to his people, and he hoped that they would take interest in this land that belonged to their portion. He intended to claim it for their own uses, he had a great many plans for the swamp.

Soft was the amused laugh at his ally's comment, "We like the murk. Makes it harder for certain things to reach us. Harder for our prey to escape as well.", he shrugged with a warm grin, "Part of the unique ecosystem here. The pleasure is all mine, 'specially with the beauty of a gift you've brought us."

Tipping his head with a quirk of a smile on his maw, allowing the other to come closer and touch him though a long buried memory screamed at him to put distance between them, sending a thrill down his spine as he kept himself tempered and still. There was no reason to freak out about the other old brute, no reason at all. Taking a breath as he forced his muscles that had tightened to relax, "Plans? Chasing out an infestation of rats that moved into our waterways, and exploring those same waterways. The storm cleared up blocked paths." he would murmur with a thoughtful scratch to his chin. "Ever had muskrat? It tastes good.", he hummed before grinning, "I'll take myself a pirate over a siren any day, my friend. Feel so kind as to show me the ropes? Pfft. Bring me back a handsome lad and you'll be in my good books." he returned in a jovial mood, blowing past the momentary freezing up.