SO HARD DONE BY + TANGLEWOOD LEADER

[toboggan]

The General's chocolate brown gaze picks up traces of movement off in the distance. And in no time flat, he found himself toe to toe with a canine about one and a half times his size. Leroy attentively observes the wolf whilst he advanced, somewhat taken aback by the crewmate's lack of spoken introduction. Once the stranger came to a seated position, the cur's gaze shifted into a glare. Usually, by now, some level of spoken of introduction would have already transpired. He only hoped that his underlings displayed their utmost respect to any allied visitors whenever they dropped by. The pirate then stretches a paw outwards and composes a message in the soil. This causes Leroy's harsh stare to cease, for he did not take this male for the tongue-tied type. He dips his forehead in apology for his glower, before fixating on the written memo, which, unfortunately for its writer, was totally indecipherable. The Tangler's line of sight returns to the fellow fleabag, offering a slightly embarrassed squint. "Sorry, pal," he atones, "couldn't read a thing to save my damn life."

A minuscule figure comes into view, simply extending a one-word greeting, before parking herself beside her tribemate. She bore thorough grey eyes, which told the wolfhound that they were without function. At this, he inaudibly chuckles. He swore that there was a comedy flick out there that followed this basis - a blind person and mute. "Hello..." he says, "My name is Leroy Starkweather, General of Tanglewood - but I'm sure you know that." At least, he hoped they knew that. "Anyways, is Ms. Goldenluxury around? I have some shit- stuff to discuss with your leader."