A retreating Killian was unfortunately replaced by another demonic entity, one with much more sinister nature than the doberman's when considering the lifeless and calculating glint to his luminous glare. Beck may have been oblivious to common social cues and normal behavior thanks to centuries of isolation, but he wasn't an idiot. An idiot wasn't able to lay out countless traps of their own design and predict where trespassers would set foot, nor learn about a creature simply through observation. Not that he was bragging, sometimes Beck wished he was able to hold a placid conversation without preparing a counter-attack in his mind out of paranoid in case anything were to go awry, and that he was able to understand what it felt like to have a plain, innocent friendship, sappy as it was, instead of manipulating his peers for fun. He just wanted to be normal, despite his tragic fate. But everyone wanted to be that, didn't they? Based on the insecure way the husky covered himself in gauze and even a sweater regardless of the swamp's sweltering humidity, it seemed Jacob wanted to be what the world considered normal too. What was he hiding?

    Freezing apparition briefly bumping into the new addition to their ranks under the name Jerseyboy, the scruffy feline shot the taller cat a glowering look as if to silently question how he knew Jacob. Not that it mattered, he was just curious. Without warning, the poltergeist craned his neck out until he was uncomfortably close to Jacob, scarred snout giving out a few deep sniffs. Beck's stubby tail gave an irritated wag as his keen nose identified the trace scents of Leigh and his territory, and with a visible clench of his teeth, he reminded himself he wanted to remain on good terms with Snowbound, considering his under-developed plans for an alliance. With Pincher and Starrynight teaming up against them, it was clear they needed at least one ally to turn to. He recoiled from Jacob, disfigured muzzle holding back a sneeze at the overwhelming scent of wool and herbs from the husky's sweater and commented mostly to himself, "You're from that Snowbound place, ain'tcha? And a medic, right?" He staggered for a moment, shifting his weight on the lone functional paw he had while the other was tucked uselessly against his chest and bundled in filthy bandages, and licking his half-exposed teeth with a strikingly-blue tongue, Beck rasped out impatiently, "Well, are ya gonna talk? What do ya want?"

    He couldn't understand a word Jacob was saying, his features twisting into confusion as his ears strained to decipher the slurred speech coming from the husky. Blinking owlishly, Beck glanced back at Jersey, before swiveling his attention back to the husky. He was able to catch a few snippets through the garbled accent, taking a moment to process the salvaged information. "Wait -- what happened to the -- the unicorn boy? Uh, what's his face... Leigh?" the poltergeist interrupted with a broken wheeze, head angled to the right as he narrowed his gaze. Great, Leigh was the only leader he could tolerate, and now he was being replaced by a random mutt.

    The news left him in a sour mood, his scowl darkening as he glared back at Jacob and his stuttering. What he could understand did interest him slightly, however, his paws shuffling as he straightened from his slouch. A healer's meeting? "Why should I help out my enemies by lettin' 'em use my medics? Oh, that's a great idea, let's teach the Typhoon all about how to heal their fighters instead of lettin' em suffer like the rats they are! I don't need Typhoon knowin' how to heal when y'all are already groupin' up and plottin' against us!" Beck hissed, bloodless lips curling back in his sudden anger and scratchy voice rising into a shriller pitch. Who cared if some pathetic aspiring healer out there wanted to learn? They were an enemy, a threat, he wasn't going to help them with their stupid dream. "But I can't say no -- I gotta ask Bells and Nayru first," came the rattling sigh, his bony shoulders slouching as he clicked his teeth in frustration. Why did politics have to be so complicated? He just wanted his clan to be left alone, was that too much to ask?