With a sigh Morgan stepped out from behind Nayru, who he had been following on a whim. "Why?" he muttered to no one in particular, taking a quick breath to push Malphas above the surface of the bog on a pillar of ice. Two more pillars joined the first to form a wide ramp back down to dry land if needed. The samoyed approached Eight next, a look of fire in his obscured eyes. "We do not attack one of our own," he warned, his words firm and cold.
The dog turned to the newcomer, his curious expression hidden by his mask. "Malphas will be fine. Nayru can help him." He overheard the stranger's introduction, nodding to himself. Looking into the pink feline's eyes, he said, "Anyway, what are you doing here? Do you want to join Tanglewood? It's dangerous around here, but we're safe back in town." An old pro at greeting and inviting new Tanglers, he let the bottom of his mask melt to reveal a warm samoyed smile.
The dog turned to the newcomer, his curious expression hidden by his mask. "Malphas will be fine. Nayru can help him." He overheard the stranger's introduction, nodding to himself. Looking into the pink feline's eyes, he said, "Anyway, what are you doing here? Do you want to join Tanglewood? It's dangerous around here, but we're safe back in town." An old pro at greeting and inviting new Tanglers, he let the bottom of his mask melt to reveal a warm samoyed smile.