10-02-2019, 11:45 PM
Wormwood definitely noticed the way that Snalr stiffened in their presences, particularly in the presence of him, but he found that he wasn't too surprised by that. After all, Vathmos had been pretty hostile and fearful when she had first met him, since lions and hyenas kinda had a tendency to be natural enemies. He no longer held any biases against hyenas, however, and when he saw the look on her face, he just gave her a steadying smile and a nod, wanting to silently communicate that he wasn't about to just go around attacking anybody who wandered over their borders. He hadn't even been at that level when he had been a hellhound and unable to control his own anger – sure, he had attacked a Pittian, but never someone who was just innocent and had wandered over the border without realizing it. He supposed that the rabbit she currently held clenched in her jaws did qualify as "stolen", but he found that he didn't really feel that much anger or hostility over it. It didn't seem as though she had willfully crossed the border just to come and hunt in any sort of malicious way, so he just inspected the rabbit for a moment before looking back towards her.
Snarl spoke in a surprisingly calm tone of voice that didn't match her name at all, not that Wormwopd knew that yet, and explained why she was here, and presumably what the smell of blood was. He still wasn't sure that he believed her, given the subtle winces and faint way her eyes darted about, but he decided not to press it, since he was pretty sure she wasn't just hiding a body somewhere nearby. Once she was done speaking, he shifted his wings upon his back before rumbling softly, glancing over at Moth and gently draping one wing over her in a sort of calming motion, since he had noticed when he first approached that she had seemed very anxious, "Ah, well, it's alright if you just got lost and ended up here in the territory. It's not like we're gonna rip your head off or anything. It does mean that we'll have to escort you off of the territory, though. Unless you'd like to join, that is. We're a pretty friendly group, and there's safety in numbers, y'know? Not that you have to. I just know how rough it can be, being on your own when you're so used to a pack... or in my case, a pride. If you did decide to join though, we'd need your name." He was being truthful, remembering just how hard it had been for him to adjust after he had first left the pride. Of course, he had never had many people he could count on back in the pride anyways, but the general presence of the other lions had still been a great comfort to him in those days, that he had immediately lost after leaving.
Snarl spoke in a surprisingly calm tone of voice that didn't match her name at all, not that Wormwopd knew that yet, and explained why she was here, and presumably what the smell of blood was. He still wasn't sure that he believed her, given the subtle winces and faint way her eyes darted about, but he decided not to press it, since he was pretty sure she wasn't just hiding a body somewhere nearby. Once she was done speaking, he shifted his wings upon his back before rumbling softly, glancing over at Moth and gently draping one wing over her in a sort of calming motion, since he had noticed when he first approached that she had seemed very anxious, "Ah, well, it's alright if you just got lost and ended up here in the territory. It's not like we're gonna rip your head off or anything. It does mean that we'll have to escort you off of the territory, though. Unless you'd like to join, that is. We're a pretty friendly group, and there's safety in numbers, y'know? Not that you have to. I just know how rough it can be, being on your own when you're so used to a pack... or in my case, a pride. If you did decide to join though, we'd need your name." He was being truthful, remembering just how hard it had been for him to adjust after he had first left the pride. Of course, he had never had many people he could count on back in the pride anyways, but the general presence of the other lions had still been a great comfort to him in those days, that he had immediately lost after leaving.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan