[size=10pt]If DXCIII was expecting a welcoming committee, this definitely isn't it. Tailed by his foaming-at-the-mouth dog, Jaws approaches her with a none too impressed look. Who can possibly be so... optimistic this early in the morning? Or late in the afternoon, whatever time it is. "Yer here to stay?" the pigeon asks. "Neat." He doesn't exactly have the authority to welcome her or turn her away, as far as he knows. He's not sure he should even still be here, but no one's chased him out yet, so he'll stick around until then.

"...didja come here by boat?" That's a new one. Jaws usually just flies everywhere, or rides on his canine companion's back until they end up somewhere interesting. He's never seen a cat come by boat before. "You build it yerself? Didn't know anyone was capable of somethin' like that. I must really be out of the loop." She does look a bit soaked, though. Maybe that boat didn't work so well. "Name's Jaws, and doggy back there I call Cuddles. Don't look 'im in the eye. He don't like it." He laughs as if it's funny, but he means it. Cuddles, despite the cutesy pet name, is not all sunshine and roses. In fact, it would appear that the great dane is on the prowl for fresh meat more than anything else. "I'm a tourist, so I can't officially welcome you. At least I don't think."

☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words

Pierce had been doing his best to be around more often lately- he'd kind of disappeared for a couple days, and he felt pretty bad about it. After all, it was his job to be around and active and help Marina with whatever she may need, and he was going to do his damned best at that job. Without it, what even was he? A father, he supposed, but that was about it, and with Clementine getting older, he needed another purpose in his life to keep himself from going crazy. So, this was going to have to do.

Pierce approached shortly after Jaws, a bright smile upon freckled features. "Hey!" he greeted as he neared, tone warm, as usual. This person was pretty cool-looking, and they had a really cool name, too. He hoped they were nice, and they had yet to say anything that would indicate them being an asshole, which was good. "It's nice to meet you. You're really pretty!" Leave it to Pierce to find something to compliment on literally every single person he met. "I'm Pierce Parker- you're welcome to stay with us for as long as you want! Is there anything you might want help with?" He'd be glad to assist them with anything- finding a home, a tour of the territory, hell, even a run-through of the clan's ranks and traditions; whatever he could do to help.

"speech"

Voices broke through the haze of a night that the leader hardly remembered, bottles had been settled around her form and she groaned inwardly as she body slowly rolled over. She'd been roaching apparently and her paw pushed a few empty bottles away from her as she closed her eyes against any light that dared invade. Ugh.... What had she even been doing last night? Her eyes peeked open for a moment and she sighed, mouth feeling like cotton and her head was ringing a bit. Did her bad habit come back? The woman didn't know and she decided to ignore it for the moment as more voices that rattled her head came floating forward. Something about a boat and... what? Pushing herself to her paws she felt her stomach roll and her mouth clenched on a cough that surely would have made her vomit as she began to slowly but surely walk in that direction. Her eyes of gleaming green shifted over the two familiar faces. One of Jaws and his companion and then there was Pierce as well. But there was a feline that was standing by a boat. Her forked tongue flicked out to swipe along her jaws just to try and wet them before she gave up. Really, what she wanted to do was go lay down and sleep for a longer period of time.

It wouldn't be so bad she was sure of it and she shook her head as she stepped over to the newly forming group. "Oi there, ya came by sea. Do ya do any swimmin?" She asked curiously with a heavy rasp to her voice that usually wasn't there. It was cause of how bone dry her mouth was right now and she cleared her throat in vain to try and at least speak again. Though at this point she was squinting at everything and the mutated coffee cream canine couldn't help but be exasperated at herself. Ain't a leader suppose to be all princely like? Well, apparently that wasn't her today and she sat down with a huff before lifting a paw up to lightly rub at the side of her muzzle. "If ya want tae live here that's all good and dandy by me. The name's Marina but ya can call me M if ya want or Monroe. Don't make a difference tae me. Welcome tae Sunhaven, home of the merchants."
"SPEECH"