Jericho's arrival is slightly delayed behind Ellie, but he follows her nevertheless.  He's been visiting other groups too, but he's trying his best not to miss out on any, however long it takes.  For a small, blind, three-legged feline, he's rather content with himself for simply having made it this far at all — traveling is often tiring for someone as weak as himself.  And yet the ginger tabby approaches, his white-tipped paws lopsided in their gait but still gentle upon the swampy earth.  Jericho halts beside Ellie with a little exhale before his ears prick and his unseeing gaze peers forth, blindly staring just past Vigenere.  The tom himself cannot see the other male's nod in greeting, but he listens to his words and offers a small smile in acknowledgement of his own.

Tanglewood — an interesting name.  He hopes he'll remember it; there aren't as many groups around here as he's used to, but it's still enough for him to have to recall.  The little Helion clears his throat and greets, "Ah, hello.  I-I'm Jericho and this is Ellie; we're from Sunhaven.  We've, um, just... s-settled in nearby and wanted to visit."  He certainly doesn't expect the other to recognize their group by name or any other means; as much as the sea town already feels like home to Jericho, they're still new.  "I was also wondering i-if you're all interested in an alliance?  Or, ah, at least neutrals, anyways.  We have lots of shopkeepers in Sunhaven — I f-figured we could come by and trade sometime."

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More strange auras on the border. The more Delphi wandered from camp the more it truly tested the girl's comfort zone, encountering strangers at an almost alarming rate as she was incapable of keeping up with the waves of new faces and names to keep tabs on. Even within Tanglewood it seemed new faces were popping up more and more. Which was supposedly a good thing, was it not? It meant that Tanglewood was thriving, although it made travel rather daunting. Daunting, but exhilarating in a way that overrode any fears that settled like a stone in Delphinium's stomach. Converging paths to follow in the pawsteps of Vigenere, the kitsune trailed behind the Regent as she approached the scene. The scent the two felines carried was unfamiliar, not that Delphi was accustomed to the scent of other groups to begin with, but at the very least she had caught hints of it from the pelts of other Tanglers. This was something new entirely, however. Her gaze rested on Jericho, who seemed to take a leadership role between the two. Sightless eyes met her own olive ones, Delphi quickly realizing he was blind. "Hello," the navy mythic greeted softly as to not disturb the flow of conversation about to pick up, but still making her presence known to Jericho.

He introduced himself as from a group called Sunhaven, a name entirely unfamiliar to Delphinium. She knew of Tanglewood's ally, the Ascendants, and their enemy the Typhoon but that was where the girl's knowledge ended. Fox-like ears flicked back curiously as Jericho began to speak. They were here to visit, which was of little surprise. Strange faces at the border were either joiners or visitors from another group, rarely to never were they simply wanderers passing through. Her head turned to the side toward Vigenere, ink nose twitching. "Who handles alliances?" Delphi questioned aloud. Obviously Beck, but would Morgan or even Vigenere himself be able to take care of it himself?