YOU DON'T KNOW ME // JOINING

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Given that he's only been a member for a few days, the fact that Eddie isn't quite sure how to navigate the Rosebloods' territory can be forgiven. At his bodymate's insistence he's been scouring as much of the territory as he can, but it's a lot for him to navigate. He's not exactly made for a jungle, having been raised in an urban area. .. Technically his species would be suited for an area with so many trees, but Eddie was not going to climb a damn tree for any reason.
Really, though, it's the sound of breaking canopy that alerts Eddie to the fact that anybody is there at all. The raccoon's ears prick at the snap-break and some. Was .. somebody falling? That was .. unfortunate. They had to be pretty heavy to be breaking them at all. And as much as Eddie would like to leave the problem to somebody else entirely, he's a little too curious as to what the hell was going on. With this being said, the brown-furred raccoon trots through the undergrowth, relatively unconcerned.
This is, of course, how he encounters the stranger. There's a soft, curious rumble in the back of his head, but his bodymate, fortunately, says nothing. It's a .. uh. Sabetooth tiger, Smilodon, what the hell did people call them these days? Either way, Eddie doesn't really care.
".. You looking for something there?" He snorts softly as he approaches the stalking Smilodon. Perhaps he should be a little more wary, with how much larger the other was, but Eddie hasn't ever really had any concern about his own health. And, well, they seem a little scuffed up, possibly from falling through the fucking trees. Eddie shudders just thinking about such an experience, much to Venom's apparent amusement. Eddie would tell him to shut up, but he has no interest in supposedly talking to himself in front of people. He usually doesn't care about other people's opinions but honestly he can't be labeled as the group nutjob less than a week in, that would suck.