When Wormwood approached the border between Tanglewood and the rest of the world, to say that he looked a bit worse for wear would be an understatement. He had almost no sleep the previous night, and the memories of his nightmares still plagued him even as he went through the motions today, so much so that he almost didn't notice when a new scent came to his nose, foreign and too suspiciously near the border to just be something weird and out of place. The "almost" was added on because he did indeed notice it eventually, pausing and turning his head towards the scent, the lion's mouth opening to take it all in for a moment before he shook off his grogginess, padding towards the newcomer. Just because he was tired didn't mean that be could shirk off his duties of helping to defend and improve the clan, which also included welcoming in potential new joiners, or dealing with allies – or in the worst case, enemies – at the border. Thankfully, it seemed that this time he wouldn't have to ready himself for a battle, since Olalla was just sitting there, passing a judgemental gaze over the territory in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, the chaser approached the beast slowly and flashed a sharp toothed smile, although it wasn't meant as a silent threat. He then cleared his throat, saying softly as his tail flicked from side to side behind him, "Hello there, newbie. Can I help you out with something? The name's Wormwood, and this is the territory of Tanglewood." He kept it brief, not only for Olalla's benefit, but also for his own sake, since he could already feel the exhaustion pulling at him again, to the point where he felt like he could just lay down in front of the newcomer and doze off – not that he would, especially since if he did that, he risked having more of the unpleasant dreams that had plagued him the previous night. Besides, if somebody found his greeting to be unsatisfactory – which he doubted anybody would, save for perhaps the eternally positive and welcoming Feza – they could always come along and say hello to Olalla themselves. Despite how many times Worm ended up being the first to show up when new people appeared ay the border, it wasn't as if he prevented others from putting.their two cents in as well. In fact he preferred it, since there were some times he wasn't really sure how to welcome somebody properly.
Taking a deep breath, the chaser approached the beast slowly and flashed a sharp toothed smile, although it wasn't meant as a silent threat. He then cleared his throat, saying softly as his tail flicked from side to side behind him, "Hello there, newbie. Can I help you out with something? The name's Wormwood, and this is the territory of Tanglewood." He kept it brief, not only for Olalla's benefit, but also for his own sake, since he could already feel the exhaustion pulling at him again, to the point where he felt like he could just lay down in front of the newcomer and doze off – not that he would, especially since if he did that, he risked having more of the unpleasant dreams that had plagued him the previous night. Besides, if somebody found his greeting to be unsatisfactory – which he doubted anybody would, save for perhaps the eternally positive and welcoming Feza – they could always come along and say hello to Olalla themselves. Despite how many times Worm ended up being the first to show up when new people appeared ay the border, it wasn't as if he prevented others from putting.their two cents in as well. In fact he preferred it, since there were some times he wasn't really sure how to welcome somebody properly.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan