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When Marcel first joined he saw the bells and rang them though he didn't eat them. Why eat them and who would? Well it seemed as if that question would be answered. The king cheetah had been on his daily jog, his sickness slowly going away so he could move more and faster as it began to clear up. His paws pounded against the ground with each step he took, eyes narrowed ahead of him so he wouldn't crash into anything he didn't want to end up crashing into and hurt himself. He picked up the pace and went as fast as he could manage with his limp, trying to go quicker but nearly tripping over himself and his paws, stopping in his tracks to make it so he didn't. The king cheetah let out a series of huffs, panting to get back his breath as he sat down and took a small break from his run, allowing the wind to flow through his short fur and cool him off a little. In the distance he could hear a small ringing of their bell before it stopped ringing completely and usually the bell meant a visitor or a joiner but he was in for a treat with this one.

The male got to his paws and began to steadily walk towards the gate, his body aching from his run and his paws aching a bit as well. He looked around the corner to see a hellhound, the size of a lion maybe and definitely way taller than he was. For a moment he flinched and then turned to look at the bells to see one was missing. Did she just eat a bell? His attention turned to Kirishima as he approached the large hellhound, Marcellus following after and settling down beside the domestic feline. "Hello. Erm, they're metal not treats. If they were I probably would of ate them by now." Humor to mask his little bit of how intimidated he was by Sango's size. Besides that, if the bells had ended up being made out of some kind of pastry he definitely would of ate them by now, enjoying a love for sweets and anything that had sugar, especially candy like lollipops or jolly ranchers. "Marcellus." He greeted to the blue canid to show some hospitality, unless she proved to be an enemy that was.

Luca hadn't even noticed the bells on his first journey to the Typhoon, too focused on the actual members than the environment around him. He had become aware of them eventually though, when joiners started ringing them without any thought towards the nocturnal creatures that might be trying to sleep. He had grown to strongly dislike those bells, and tried his best to ignore how loud they were when they started ringing. There was no loud ringing this time, however, as he noticed a bunch of his clanmates gathering around the tracks. Luca followed Marcellus in particular, still drawn towards the cheetah despite him wanting nothing to do with the lustful hellhound. He was only joining the crowd out of curiosity, or maybe obligation, but that all changed once he looked up to spot who was actually waiting there. The fact that Sango had eaten the bell didn't seem to bother Luca as much as the hellhound herself, and his eyes widened with a mix of suprise and wonderment. "Ma!" He cried, running up in an attempt to nuzzle the larger hound. Of all the mothers Luca had been raised by over his many lives, Sango was no doubt his favourite. He hadn't been expecting to see her ever again, much less in a place like this. "Its been so long," Luca whined, tears pooling along his lower lashes. The happy sort of pain that came with reunion was only intensified by the fact that he'd resigned himself to never meeting again, overwhelming him with emotion. He began to cry, as he often did in this sort of situation, sinking to his belly on the tracks and sobbing pathetically.

Sango's initial warmth filled Luca with a joy he couldn't quite express. Out of all six of his parents, Sango was the only one whose approval mattered to him. He was too busy wallowing in the relief of her return to notice her sudden change in demeanour at first, but soon her sharp words cut through the hurricane of emotions swirling around inside him, causing him to glance up at her. "Huh?" he uttered dumbly, the word 'embarrassing' striking him like a knife to the gut. It took him a while to process it, but he eventually he swallowed and nodded, slowly pulling himself to his paws. That's right, he was pretty embarrassing, especially to someone as cool and composed as his mother. He wiped his his eyes with a wet paw, suddenly ashamed of how strongly he had let his emotions hit him. "I-I'm sorry Ma," he said, already expecting some sort of punishment once they were alone. He sat down and looked at the ground, sniffling quietly every now and then as he waited for her joining to be over and done with. In all his sadness he forgot to actually accept his mother into the clan, but someone slightly more competent was sure to do that for him.

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It wasn't a shock to him when Luca had ended up following up behind him, the king cheetah giving a huff as he looked to the hellhounds form, briefly shifting his gaze back to Sango only to flick his ears at the words of Luca. 'Ma.' This was his mother? God he had a lot of questions about Luca then, and not good ones. The king cheetah watched as Luca dashed forward to his mother, Marcellus watching with a minor pang of envy as he watched the scene. He could only wish for his parents to be here as well, comforting him and telling him that everything would be alright; that he would be alright. The male forced a small smile onto the touching scene before Sango seemed to discipline the hellhound, a small tinge of shock on his face as he watched her hiss at him. Jeez, that family must of been all kinds of messed up though he would try to reserve his judgement for a later date. His eyes darted between the two before he took a step to the side to clear a small path for the female hellhound. "Well, erm, welcome to the Typhoon then. You're free to come in." He spoke, officially accepting Sango into the Typhoon.

Right now he didn't know much about her but he would remain observant and see how she would fair in the Typhoon. "If you would like a tour or need some help, I'm a call away. Same if you have any questions that need answers." He offered the female, voice a bit hoarse but other than that sounding mostly normal. He was a Striker so that meant he would have to begin stepping up in these types of situations and help out the joiners, get them accustomed to the place, help them adjust, answer any questions they may have. After all, he didn't want to make someone feel unwelcome.