Argus was not new to the clan, she knew it's customs and how it feared with other clans- knew this place inside and out and even still, she had a trouble with the people there. There was a seemingly tragic air that was not there when she left, as if the sea had come calling for it's prisoner once again and they were left leaderless. It was not the elder roux that argus had worried about, even if she hadn't seen much of him- it was rather the younger ones. It was the fact that people were missing and she had little clue which one's left of their own violations or died or- captured.

Argus was accustomed to war, enough to feel that one was brewing on the horizon. But unlike bakugo- she did not worry about the time- this clan softening her. She knew it did, and she was perfectly fine with it. She did not have power very fire, or electricity or some other flashy thing- she had the ability to walk into the mind and break it with a twist. Her ability to do so weaned with how good of a mood she was in, and the cravings to do so where constant- but easier to ignore when busy- when happy. Her powers came in tandem with her mood, and how closely in tadem she was with herself- wither her own mind was raging a battle of wills over what to do, to steps shy of killing the next person in her sight, when all ten of her eyes were narrowed and her body shook with a rage- that was when her powers were at their peek. And in comparison, she preferred the kindness, the soft smiles and the warmth the son brought beside the chill that was settling into the air.

Argus knew her own departure had little to do with her wavering mood and a lot more to do with a bundle of things. Sometimes you just need to let the anger out- give yourself time to let the impulses control you- let your instincts control you, and let the overpowered surge of breaking someone else. During the months- because it had been months she was away- that she was gone, she let her instincts run, let her power run free- and now it was less of thunder racing in her veins and more a small pull on the back of her mind. She left not because she had to-, but because it would be easier to manage when she came back. She did not expect these new faces, did not expect to see these kinds of chages and she did not like them.

But that was beside the point, under the guise of a mellow day argus let her emotions bottle as she served the group. The white dragon's face unrecognizable to their once smaller form, but their mannerisms were all the same. Pick apart the one that seemed interesting outside of the crowd, and that was the explosive little rag doll that she had yet to meet- new despite the careful way he held himself- a position of power- one of Pincher's trustees.

She was all grace in her new form, despite the young age of it. Large talons slicing through the sand with each step as the dragon stepped closer, ten eyes focused on his form as a low rumbling hum broke out from the ex-quartermaster's throat. A small announcement to her presence, and a chance to run if they didn't want this conversation. Wan't she considerate? "Hmm, your new, as new as me but still new to the clan. At least- i don't remember you..." Cryptic to a fault, she smiled knowingly, the barest fraction of it seen under the plate armor along her face, only small pricks of teeth growing- canines too large to fit cleanly into her maw. "Name's argus, who are you?"