It's been a few long weeks since Mustang has joined the Ascendants. Most of it has been quite, confusing, and honestly a bit overwhelming. These people were certainly nice, without a doubt, but he still didn't know any of them. He couldn't get himself to trust them yet, and he can see some of them losing their trust in him. Roy could assume they were suspicious about him, considering he hasn't opened up about his past. He originally was only staying here because he needed shelter, but now Hughes is here with him. His best friend, who had died back when he was human, was alive and kicking again. Roy couldn't get himself to leave now, even if he didn't trust his clanmates fully yet. He honestly was never planning on leaving, but any kind of thought that might have crossed his mind is now out the window. If his friend is here, by his side, he'll be happy. And he'll certainly be more comfortable and maybe it will be easier to adjust. It's been a few long, rough weeks after all.

The sumatran tiger had been padding through the territory, by himself, thoughts running wild in his head. He was thinking of his old home, Riza, Hughes, and his old team. The male was beginning to feel conflicted, he wanted to find a way back to his human life when he first showed up here. But now with Hughes, he wasn't sure if he'd go back. This might be his only chance to see his closest friend again, who knows if Hughes could come back with him. Probably not, considering Hughes human body was a rotting corpse six feet under ground. As he was padding along, his ears suddenly pricked up at an unfamiliar, singing, voice. He came to a pause as he listened closely, and then the unfamiliar scent clouded his nostrils. The scent wasn't from within their territory, but it was leading him to the border. It must be a joiner, or a visitor, but Roy didn't plan on greeting them with a welcoming attitude. Ears pinning back, the tiger made his way to follow the scent, eventually being lead to the border.

And what he saw was a tuxedo tom cat, sitting on the ground as he hummed whatever tune he had stuck in his head. Roy rose an invisible eyebrow, his tail swishing behind him as his gaze locked on Jerseyboy. "Who are you, why are you waiting at our border for?" He questioned with that cocky, confident tone, green optics blinking. "And why were you singing?"

It was the sound of a song that stirred Margaery from her thoughts, forcing her to carefully navigate her way down the tree she resided within and towards the source. It had been such a long time since she had heard music in any capacity that she was halfway tempted to ask the stranger to serenade her but, then again, isn't that what she had Suite for? Her wife loved all things music and could sing better than anyone she knew. She didn't want to betray her by asking someone else- someone whom she just happened to discover on the border-  to sing to her instead.

And so, with that in mind, she settled somewhat near Roy, eyeing the both of them with an unreadable expression. He certainly smelt different, that was for sure, but she simply had not been here long enough to know which group bore which individual smell. Oh well, she'd get an answer soon enough.

[color=black]"Your voice sounds nice," She opted to point out, a tiny smile, though slightly forced, coming to life upon her features. [color=black]"What's that song called?"