Wormwood had had a similar falling out with his brother at one point not that long ago, but instead of moving as far away as possible from the other lion, Worm had decided to change his ways and continue watching over Poetking, which had been what led to Worm claiming this swampland as his new home. Well, that among... other things. Still, he didn't think he regretted his decision. Despite the fact he greatly disliked the marshy lands this group made their home, he was starting to like the people here, and it seemed like being here was helping him get a bit more emotional... especially after Arrow's recent death.

The large lion had been out for a walk through the territory, slowly stepping from log to log to try and keep himself above the swampy earth beneath him. He had been out just to have some time to think for himself, but then he had ended up stumbling upon someone new. Pausing in his lengthy step from log to log, Wormwood blinked slowly before sighing and clearing his throat. He mumbled in his deep and slightly raspy voice as he inspected the canine, who seemed perfectly happy stretching himself out on land owned by a group he wasn't a part of, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Hey, wolf. What are you doing here? You're on the land of a group, you know, so can I have your name, and why you're here?"[/glow] He was beginning to become accustomed to the pattern of finding unfamiliar faces and asking them what the hell they were doing there, just for them to inevitably join. Which was pretty funny, considering apparently before he and his brother had gotten here, joiners weren't nearly as frequent.

Worm blinked in surprise and slight confusion as the male got up only to lower himself in clear submission. It didn't quite occur to him just how scary he was at a first glance, considering he had been around an entire pride of lions for so long. Now everybody looked at him like he was out of place, and most of them seemed sort of intimidated, or terrified by him. And this wolf seemed like he was no exception, which was surprising, since Worm knew of wolves as vicious predators as well.

Sighing a bit, the lion rumbled softly as he sat down on the log he had been standing on, being careful not to apply all of his weight to it, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Well, there are people living here, in a group called Tanglewood, which I... happen to be a part of. So can you tell me what your name is, and whether or not I've gotta run you outta here? Cause you can join if you want, but if not you can't just go napping on our land, muddy as that land may be."[/glow] He sighed, as if remembering himself just how dirty he was once again, and he flicked his paw to get rid of some of it, and shook out his long and wild mane.

Wormwood let out a soft snort as his brother came over and scolded him, and he flicked his tail at the other with a little smile, chuckling. He hadn't actually been looking for a fight this time, but he had been willing to defend Tanglewood's territory if it had come to it, since this place was now his home, at least for now. Speaking of which, when Ubbe spoke, the lion blinked before rumbling softly, his whiskers twitching in thought, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I believe it would be alright for you to join. We can lead you further into the territory so that you can pick out a home, if you want. The houses here are... slightly less muddy."[/glow] Then, upon realizing that his brother had introduced himself rather nicely, Wormwood let out a little sigh, and realized that he should probably introduce himself as well, if this guy really was a new member, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"My name is Wormwood, by the way..."[/glow]