Have I had enough? [o, joining]

[toboggan]

Already was the general seeing quality results of his little holiday to the Pitt, and it satisfied him. A sickly smile that seeped satiety stuck itself below his snout as he approached the two strangers within the border's vicinity. The faint scent of Tanglewood's enemy hung high in the air, though this did not aggravate him. For it was the wolfhound's very own request that those pining to not die a brutal death leave the Pitt - these two (or just one of the mammals before him) were simply listeners, and evidently held no loyalty to that horrid place. That, coupled with the fact that he did not recognize those present as one of the troublemakers the tribe put up with in the days of yore, spared them from any aggression.

Leroy says nothing as he approaches, instead arriving in silence. His chocolate hues fixate on the peculiar device fixed to the wolf's spleen, wondering what secrets it may hold. They then flicker to the cheetah, who was presumably the wolf's travelling companion. Was he here to join as well? "Hullo," the canine greets in an impassive tone of voice, "I'd tell ya where ya are, in case ya were unaware, but I'm guessin' ya already know that." The smile had yet to dissipate from his maw, and remained there whilst he spoke. Already, the Pitt's population began to lower. This was excellent, because the desert-bound tribe's vulnerability had only amplified itself. "I'm Leroy," he continues, "and I'm the general of this place. State your business, if ya got any."