trouble on the horizon }} typhoon on the island + tanglewoods arrival

[Morrison]

The air had grow cold. Silence stunned the crowd as ships rolled in, but several voices spoke up among the quiet and others took action. Morrison, ordered by Sherbet to keep his cool and keep his head down, had broken his promise already. "OI! FUCKHEADS!" came his harsh bark from the land below in an attempt to reach those up high. "I DIDN'T BREAK MY BACK BUILDING YE SHIPS FOR YOU TO SINK THE BOW OF YOUR SHIP IN OUR LAND!"

As the Tanglewooders started to cascade down from the ships and onto the shore, the fur on his body started to stand tall. He stood firm in his place. For the animals he just called 'friends' of him and The Typhoon, they weren't so friendly. Mean mugs and unsheathed claws approached with malicious intent as he watched intensely with amber eyes.

As Juniper approached, her words teasing in a serious moment, he offered a mumble in response. "Appears so." His stature lightened up in her presence, but his heart continued to pound. He attempted to lean his head into her neck and move his snout up towards her jawline, trying to nuzzle her and push her towards The Typhoon's ships. "I think you should get on the boat, okay Junebug?" came his gentle plead. He offered a weary smile to coax her further, but, knowing her, the stubbornness of the older woman would probably deny his request. Even so, with eyes wide and brows tilted back and down, he hoped she would listen.

Whether or not she listened, he would turn back. Aesior, in his lion form, had jumped down from the bow and onto the shore. A proposition, he proclaimed. Something about The Typhoon on Tanglewood's rightful land. Yeah... right. Morrison's formerly saddened brows grew furrowed and intense. A smirk rose on his lips, shaking his head in suit. He remained in place, but threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. Deep and bellowing, the older wolf found amusement in Aesior's claim to the land. "Rightful," he wheezed, only to start cackling again.

He eventually caught his breath. Now composed, Morrison started to move forward slowly towards Aesior. Sherbet had said their part, noting their nature, but the logician in him had to point out the obvious. "Ye would have been here months ago like we had if this place was rightful to Tanglewood," he cockily reasoned. "Our ships-" A paw jabbed out towards the direction of their boats. "-got ye here if you can't tell."

The fluffed up being continued on his spiel. "So, what's yer terms, ya daft cunt?" From 'friend' to a cunt... and not the friendly kind he tended to dish out. "Give up the island in return for...." He halted in his tracks. His paw twirled, indicating he was looking for a means to an end. Nothing, sadly, was found. Instead, he kept pacing forward with intimidating confidence. "Well, I can't seem to find any leverage." Yellowed canines appeared before the luminary, both in a show of superiority and neutrality. He hoped they could solve this swiftly, after all. The issue was not as convoluted as it appeared... yet here they were, claiming a land they had no right to.