IF HE'S A MAN OF HONOR [o, SNOWBOUNDER]

[Luca]

Luca had heard that the Typhoon was all bloodthirsty and fearsome, so he wasn't all too sure how he should be approaching people at the border. Was he supposed to be intimidating? Or maybe kind in the event that they were a joiner. Scaring away everyone who wanted to join was a dangerous practice, after all. Most of his clanmates seemed to be relatively laid back, so for now Luca would go for the kinder path, giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until it fucked him over. Luca liked it better that way; it was exhausting being cautious of everyone and everything, so he liked being able to feel safe while within his own territory.

He happened to be in the area as Delta arrived, so it didn't take long for the soft-furred hellhound to make his way over. He sat down in front of her, casting his rose eyes towards her orange ones. "Whatcha want with the Typhoon?" He asked, scratching at a cut on his neck as he observed her. Despite his open arms policy, he was obviously wary, eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the feline at the border. He wasn't well versed on all the groups yet, but he knew that she belonged to one, and he knew that the Typhoon wasn't all too friendly with the other clans at the moment. His spaded tail flicked as he awaited his answer, his only movement aside from the subtle rise and fall of his chest.