Deriving out of an environment of prodigious buildings that pumped out pothers of gases, populated by many humans and street creatures alike, there was no risk in stating that an utmost amount of these encounters he had with exotic animals were for the first time. Whether it was tremendous wyrms or elementally-empowered beings, his amber headlights had been stainless, naive to these beings’ realities. The lofty hound set foot on the muck as a credulous mongrel; these days, a personage of authority in Tanglewood’s ranks.

Here and now, the mutt was blessed by the pleasant display of shapeliness given off by this newcomer, the likes of whom were virginal in Leroy’s mentality. The feline introduced had introduced herself, extrinsic in enunciation, bringing forth her vivid appearance of wings; the wings nay resembling Ophelia’s, those being reminiscent of a swan’s, but closer to a butterfly’s. And that name, Spica, so peregrine. And that surname -

"Hold on," he’d lurch suddenly, curiously pacing his gray-tickled figure towards the stranger, ”you mean to say Evergarden, as in our Delilah Evergarden? Or is that some coincidence?”. Now that he thought so, the canine hadn’t put forward the thoughts of anyone in Tanglewood having siblings, despite single-child births being incredibly uncommon, so the idea that this was Delilah’s long lost sister actually wasn’t that far off. The news of her capture will be a woozy to the winged Spica for sure.

”Oh yeah, I’ve forgotten; welcome t’ Tanglewood. Don’t worry, it’ll get muddier.”