◜ . tokyo drift ┊ joining . ◞

[arcy]

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

.. By the sounds of it, it was a feral one. Here was another opportunity to wonder about ferals and what decided it, and Eddie nearly falls into considering it like he does every time. He successfully wards it off by just chalking it up to genetics. He did question why such a large, obviously aggressive one was still here in the territory, though. Eddie might've been a little more concerned for his own safety as a smaller animal if it hadn't been for his bodymate.
The messy-furred raccoon spends a long moment pondering the merits of leaving or staying to talk to the stranger. If it'd been up to Venom, his bodymate, he would've been gone already. So, partly out of spite(he didn't enjoy giving up his scavenger ways for .. almost-cannibalism), Eddie settles to respond to the canine.
"Eddie Brock," He replies, catching a little on his own name. It feels like something else to say in that line, something different, but he doesn't acknowledge the feeling, for his own sake. His tail sweeps again. "This is the Rosebloods. The -- The group that lives here," He shrugs, feeling just a little uncertain. He doesn't know how to match up to the group's high and mighty image and how the hell is he supposed to answer questions? Eddie is trying, but it's still got him feeling kind of off kilter.