SO HARD DONE BY + TANGLEWOOD LEADER

[hushsound.]

HUSH SOUND

"Link... it's time to wake up."

Despite having been in The Typhoon for quite a little while now, Hushsound hadn't interacted that much with the other groups that resided on the large main island. He had interacted somewhat with Tanglewood and Elysium during the raid on the Pitt, but he hadn't exactly had a long time to chat with anyone before they were in the throes of battle, viciously pushing back the Pittian threat. As a result of this, Hush had been mostly unaware of who the hell Crow or Leroy were, his only concern about leaders having been on Goldie and making sure that she was safe. So, needless to say, the change in Tanglewood's leadership wouldn't effect the young male that much, even if he would be glad for the fact that Leroy had come to inform them of the change. It was a sign of Tanglewood and The Typhoon's close relationship, and the wolf found himself very grateful for the fact that hadn't changed even after the raid on the Pitt was already over and done with. The wolf even found his tail wagging slightly as he traveled towards the source of the swampy Tanglewood scent that has suddenly invaded his newly extremely sensitive nose. He obviously didn't know of Leroy's death or subsequent taking over, so as he approached the hound, a smile curling slightly on his muzzle, he figured that Leroy was just some sort of ambassador, come to say hello or provide them with gifts. Well, the second option was unlikely, considering Hush didn't see any gifts in sight around the grey canine who was sat still near the edge of The Typhoon's territory.

Padding over, the wolf sat down in front of the smaller and shorter canine, tilting his head to one side before the mute male began to write out neatly in the wet dirt between them, "Welcome to The Typhoon. My name is Hushsound, what's your business here? You're from Tanglewood, right? Despite having only ever been around the other group once, Hush could definitely remember that distinctly swampy smell that seemed to cling to the inside of your nose, making you question how anyone could ever live within their unpleasantly wet and humid territory. Hushsound waited patiently for a response from the new leader of the other group, hoping desperately that Leroy could read his words, and he wasn't just scribbling nonsense in front of the other canine that wouldn't get his point across. He really hoped he wouldn't have to start talking again, since he had been doing that so much lately, and he didn't really want to do more of it.

tags - penned by @stilly

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