His eyes opened.

Sigmund had never accepted things as they were. His whole life he had questioned things; behavior, the way things worked, authority. A gasping breath burst from his lungs. He was questioning things even now, even after death. Or at least... what he thought was death. What had happened to him? As he gained consciousness more things felt fuzzier and fuzzier. His heart was beating hard in his chest. All he could manage to remember were faces, but those were blurring by the second. His family... he had family, right? He was almost sure of it, and yet, they were fading.

The mottled canine stood stupidly in his spot. This was certainly not a desert, but he couldn't remember why the setting seemed so significant to him. What was special about bright orange sands? For once, the placid man felt frustration. Sigmund's ears flattened.

Maybe he'd just wait for something to happen, then.

/ sorry, rushed :'- )

"SPEECH"

old malphas would have simply hated the fact that there was joiners. he would have cursed at them, judged them against his ideals, and deemed them unfit. now, though, he was fine with them. of course, the underlying wariness would never fade, but for the most part he now understood that tanglewood needed joiners. no amount of good genetics would make their clan any better or worse. he learned genetics didn't mean everything.

padding up next to the captain of the guard, malphas flashed vigenere a cheeky grin before turning to the newcomer. he strode forward, crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. "are you hurt? you look dazed. i'm malphas, a medic," he said, tone gentle.