Honestly, nothing made sense anymore. Half of Tanglewood had practically died off since the day he called the contaminated glade his home. That one spider he was terrified of? Gone. Medic-boy and his angelic, food-critiquing love interest? Out of the picture. That fact did not cooperate well with the other reality of the little to zero amount of joiners this place had in the last month. Soon, the swamp dwellers were going to go extinct, unless they got absorbed by another group or something similar. Morgan was doing good so far, but assuming that the group’s population continues to dwindle, that pup wouldn’t have much of an operation to run, would he?

Ophelia did a goddamn swell job the mess hall, it’s been attracting people. Attracting attractive people that he did not know. He hadn’t seen her around before, though she sure smelled of it. And those eyes, those two blue beauties - they seemed awfully familiar. How could he have missed this broad’s enrolment into the clan? He’d been committing a lot of time to looking out for potential joiners along the border, so, out of everyone, it would’ve been him to say hello to her. He missed his chance that day, but it looked like there was still a chance- it was just her, him, his awesome pick up lines, and that fridge.

"Baby, as long ‘s you’ve got those curves, I’ve got the edges," Leroy coquetted dashingly, his eyes set on getting the stranger’s name. ”If tha’ ain’t your thing, I know a good place t’ sit down an’ talk. I’m Leroy, haven’t seen you ‘round here before”. Yet, he felt that he had. Just something about her headlights. That scent, too, whew it was strikingly similar.

Oh wait.

From there on in, he’d allow his actions to speak. For, one, Ophelia had taken on the appealing form of a dusty canine, and two, the words that scarcely escaped that maw of his weren’t mere compliments. Shocked at the realization of what just transpired, the gray canine stammered, something about him being sorry, in addition with how he couldn’t help himself. Shaggy cheeks warmed with embarrassment, he’d dart his head to the opposite direction, and exclaim "Wow!". How foolish of him not to absorb what was happening beforehand. The situation made perfect sense now that he thought of it clearly - new face with familiar features, and an absence of the black feline. And, it was because of his pruriency for fooling around that Leroy forthrightly philandered the one person he was actually mature to, especially after just recently confessing how he truly felt about their relationship a short whiles ago.

This, the new apparent body, as well as the situation he had gotten into surrounding it, would get interesting.

Hailing Vigenere’s presence with a flustered rise to the brow, he’d face his fellow canine cohort square in the exact same eyes she bore as a feline. ”Now I ain’t doll dizzy or anythin’ ‘bout you, ‘kay? Don’t go thinkin’ that. I was jus’ conveyin’ that you were lookin’ very pleasant right now - not that you didn’t before, - shit.” Broad shoulders suddenly hunched as an unshorn neck stooped towards the ground, his face wincing at his failure of not being able to mellowly speak his mind. She wasn’t going to forget about this anytime soon.

”Seein’ that I’m a large mutt and you’re one too, now, I suppose I coul’ offer some help, if ya need any”, Leroy offered in response to the yellow feline’s inquiry, conjointly to Ophelia’s following statement. The time she would stay in this body was undefined, then. It could be gone in a week, a month, or possible never. Perhaps she could grasp the ability to shift forms? Regardless, he figured that getting used to a new body like this might get uncomfortable, which was why he was here, as one of the few canines in Tanglewood, to help. Morgan was also an option, if Ophelia truly wished to not be flirted with again...

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