He was exhausted. That much was obvious at this point with just the way that he tried to hold himself. When he was a human, he would have easily been able to hide how tired he was with his body language, but having the body of an animal was something completely different. He wasn't used to letting his body show how he was feeling and it was almost to the point of being embarrassing now. Either way, he hadn't slept for the past couple of days, but he also wasn't starving either. He had managed to figure out what some of his capabilities were in this world, and there were several other instances where he was able to attack those that he came across from other groups. At least, he believed that it was from other groups but he wasn't quite sure. No one had told him what he could and couldn't do, and the male was just glad that the crew was coming back together. Albeit slowly, it was better than him being alone in this world. It was because he had his family that he wasn't completely going insane testing whether or not this world was real to him and not just an illusion. There were several factors that pointed to all of this being real, as he would think that if someone got really hurt in a dream and could really feel the pain they usually woke up. Also, he was pretty sure that he didn't have that much of a creative mind to come up with some of the ridiculous stuff that he has seen so far. Right now, he was usually minding his own business, trying to keep the rest of his crew alive and without completely tearing at each other throats. He wasn't sure what there was really to gain in a world like this with the business that they usually ran, but he was trying.

The Hellhound wasn't really the type to introduce himself to anyone, and he could easily be considered intimidating just taking one look at him. The 6ft tall hellhound was the second largest animal that existed in the Rosebloods, second only to Kliment. He had the regular body structure of that of a wolf, but he was mutated in a couple of ways. There were black scales that ran along his back acting like armor, and he had two tails that moved independently from one another. Vagabond also wore a human skull mask that was on his face, one that had been fitted to his face when he had arrived in this world, which didn't really matter to him. The large hellbeast was walking around when he heard voices, relying on his hearing rather than his sense of smell because his mask basically prevented him from acquiring any scents in the area. He could still breath with the black mask on his face, but it wasn't enough to actually be able to smell anything significant. Vagabond was still getting the hang of the body he had right now and there were a couple of tricks that he had yet to learn. Vagabond had arrived to listen to most of the conversations that were going on, looking toward the white lion, not knowing the other's name, but he believed the lion to be clinically insane when he talked about gods and everything. His vivid blue eyes turned to look at Kliment, a scowl spreading across his facial features but was hidden behind the mask that he wore. He stayed clear of the larger beast, but it wasn't out of fear, but out of annoyance that it wasn't something that he wanted to deal with right now. When he stopped, the Hellhound seemed to sway slightly, dizziness taking over his vision for only a couple of seconds. His attention turned toward Mogar first with the way that the canine talked to the kid, at least, the cat looked like a young cat in his eyes.

He couldn't fucking tell. "Hey give them a little bit of a break." Vagabond would say gruffly toward the smaller canine, but there was a high chance that the other wouldn't even listen to what he had to say. The other seemed to be looking to want to stay in a place like this. He wasn't sure how much of a good idea that would turn out to be at the end of the day. His attention would turn toward Rimmy though, and the calm attitude seemed to disappear completely. He knew what Rimmy was doing, having kept track of the canine since they had arrived in a place like this. He was drinking himself and would probably kill himself if something wasn't done. Vagabond was able to conjure up a burger and push it in Rimmy's direction. "Eat this before I shove it down your throat." The Hellhound would basically command with a growl. Whether the guy wanted to or not, he needed something to eat, even if it was just a couple of bites. He had told everyone that he could create food that they could eat, and Rimmy hadn't been the one to come to him. He couldn't figure out how to make the other's favorite food yet, but he could damn well try later on. Then finally, he began to talk to the domestic cat instead of addressing his crew. The mood change seemed to happen again, but there was hesitation this time as his eyes tried to focus on the other's form, as it grew blurry for a moment. This is what he got for not sleeping for a week. "Hey kid. I'm Vagabond. Pretty sure that you're welcome to stay or whatever. Ya hungry?" Vagabond questioned the feline calmly when he spoke. Which could be considered interesting for the likes of the gang member that was ruthless with everyone that he met.