I'm the fox you've been waiting for [o, joining]

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan had never thought about what it would be like to have fans. For one thing, he didn't really know about the concept of fans. He had read about characters in his little bedtime storybooks that were heroes, and they had things like fans, he supposed. People who followed them around, and praised them, and worked to help them in any way that they could. However, the concept of fans like the ones that Octane had once had? It was completely foreign to Roan, who didn't see how following one person while they did something could be so exciting. Sure, the boy often wanted to make people proud of him, and he certainly wanted to impress the rest of the Typhoon like his mama and his cousin Goldie, along with Ahab, but he didn't consider them to be his fans. They were just his family and friends, and they wanted to see him do well because of that. He wanted to put smiles on their faces, and make them feel good about the boy that they had all ultimately helped raise. Ultimately, if Roan had known what Octane's life used to be like, he would've thought it to be a rather lonely existence. Sure, he had his fans, but did he have the family that Roan was so delighted to have with him? Did he have the friends who would stay by his side no matter what? Roan didn't know, but if the answer was no... well, Roan was always willing to make new friends. And he'd be happy to act like an encouraging force for Octane. However, he probably wouldn't approve of the things that the other used to do. Mama had always taught him that life was precious, so killing yourself just for the show of it? That seemed heinous, at least to Roan's young mind.

All of this aside, Roan felt pretty curious when the loud exclamation of one particular Spanish word reached his ears. It was a word that his mama had tried very hard to keep him from learning, but he had picked up on the meaning of anyways. Carajo, or put a different way, shit. Roan had learned it by extension from his mother because it was what she often blurted out when she was feeling frustrated with something, and Roan wasn't a stupid kid. He might've been a bit innocent and gullible, but he wasn't stupid, and it wasn't hard to make the connection between the two words. Because it was usually something his mother hissed out in times of stress or hardship, the young draconic feline frowned as soon as he heard it, his head turning back and forth as he looked for the source of the word. It must've been someone in trouble, so perhaps he could help them in some way. Pushing himself to his feet from where he had been sitting in the sand, Roan found himself padding towards a new and unfamiliar scent, along with where the curse word had bounced off of the walls. He was flanked by Kal and Brunhild, the two large crocodiles following along obediently and occasionally butting their heads together as they walked. Their jaws snapped menacingly behind him, but Roan found himself utterly unconcerned, very used to their presence around him at this point.

When Roan eventually came upon Octane, his eyes widened immediately. For one thing, this newcomer was a new and very interesting animal to Roan – a cheetah. Roan found himself wondering, distantly, just how fast this guy could go if he tried hard enough. On top of that, Octane had a bright green mohawk and odd, unusual looking back legs, which made Roan's gaze light up with curiosity. Roxie's crocodiles still following, Roan slowly made his way down to where Octane was near the bay, hesitating for a moment before he spoke, "Hola, mister! You look really cool! I like your fur! And your weird looking legs. Are you okay? I heard lots of yelling from over here, and usually yelling isn't good... do you need me to get our medic? Oh! I should also ask what your name is too. Mama always asks people's names..." The boy's words left him in a flood of excitement and questions, mixed in with the occasional compliment. He still hadn't exactly gotten the hang of welcoming others in, and often found his mind getting off track despite his best efforts.