a forest of hope - joiners

[fulzanin]

RED

Red would not be the first to notice that someone had crossed their path. The woodpecker's eyes would narrow as Wing came to perch next to them and Yellow, making it three small creatures resting on Blue's back. "Tanglewood? Huh." A wing raises, scratching at their beak. "I'm Red." They answer, awkwardly fumbling their words through their beak.

BLUE

Blue does not object when Wing comes to perch next to Yellow. Its additional weight, yes, but considering the small size of the three on them it makes it matter little to the alligator. "Blue. I had no idea this place had a name," they comment, their slow crawl coming to a halt. They note the lion's gaze trained on them, and so they allow their gaze to stare right back.

YELLOW

"Yello!" Comes the shrill voice from the jerboa, hopping a little to make room for Wing. "Wow, you're super fuzzy! Have you ever considered going into the fluffy contest industry?" They chirp, a twitch of their ear accompanying their words. The idea of a contest, much less an industry, certainly went over their own head. Meaningless blathering, but such was the norm for the words that spewed from the newly created mouth of Yellow.

WHITE

"Why aren't we asking them who they are? Look at those teeth, man's a fuckin' hairy bulborb but outside of a cave!" Came the shrill voice of White, their head arching up from where they had ceased their forward movements. Sure, their claim was eased when Delilah arrived, but fury remained unbridled beneath their pale scales. "I ain't telling them shit! We shouldn't be telling them shit! Shit! Fuck! Shit!" They seethe, head bobbing up and down as if somehow it made the snake's anger known.

PURPLE

"That would be White," Purple says, their words tumbling forth as a slow moving stream. "We're looking for a place to stay for the night, if not longer. We've been wandering for quite some time." They then continue. A glance is given to their companions, a small shake of their dense pelt following. "Purple," he answers courtly.

WING

Upon seeing two people approach from the undergrowth, Wing had done what had become normal to them: flee to those who were stronger. Wing knew that when it came to strength, they had little going for them other than their flight abilities. They'd found a nice spot on Blue next to Yellow. "Wing," they answer simplistically, meekly, dipping their head. "Um. We didn't have any idea that we were trespassing. Was there a sign somewhere? I know for a fact I saw no sign. I'd remember seeing a sign."

ROCK

Rock comes to a halt just behind White. Gently they reach forward, nudging the snake's head back to the ground from where they'd continued to hurl swears for a few seconds past their raging statements. "'M Rock," the armadillo answers. Simple, without flair. They do not back away when White hisses at them for the unwanted calming motion, and instead raise their gaze to be steady with the two tanglers that had come to greet the vibrantly hued group of newcomers.