SHOOTIN' STARS + MEETING

[BLOODHOUND.]

Bloodhound was one of the first to arrive, sticking off to the side. They were eager to hear what all this was about (Undoubtedly the earthquake, but it seemed as though there was... more.). They sat down, ears perked towards Leroy as a few others filed in. The only ones they recognized were Vigenere and Ivan, but they supposed they would meet the others in time.

As Leroy spoke, they listened intently. Welcoming the newcomers, including themself, they nodded at Leroy as their name was called. Octane being the last name of the bunch hit their ears, and they cocked their head curiously. How strange, they'd assumed he'd been around for some time, now.

The rest seemed to be customary, welcoming others back, and then listing off the deaths. Bloodhound's thoughts drifted to the collie they had tried to save. Lost in the same instant. Hearing that Tanglewood had also lost it's medic, Moth, feeling the energy of the crowd sink... it wasn't hard for them to understand exactly what Moth meant to them. They bowed their head in respect.

There were a few who gained ranks as well, namely Alaric and Caustic. Their tail wagged some, a silly, uncontrollable sort of gesture. Perhaps being promoted to Guardsman was something to tease him with later.

They cocked their head, as they received a shoutout, as well. Interesting. They certainly appreciated the acknowledgement. And then the news broke. Aurum had left. Bloodhound had not been close to him, or really known much of him at all, but he had been a kind presence, and someone they had wanted to get to know. Unfortunate. They hoped that he had safe travels, but they could feel the crowd becoming somewhat restless. It seemed... with the loss of Moth and Aurum, that Tanglewood itself had those dearest to its heart.

Perhaps they would take up learning medicine, when everything was eventually cleaned up. They already had a working knowledge of what plants were and weren't poisonous. They supposed, it was only to learn then, which ones were actively beneficial.

Ivan spoke up, about Atticus being lost. His voice wasn't much over a mutter, and the grief in it tugged at Bloodhound's heart. They walked over, a bit closer to Ivan, concern in their voice.

"Where last did you see him? I may be able to track him."

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.