A not-so-gentle Breeze -- Drift Intro

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

Fren. The broken half English uttered by Foamkit and then Drifting was slightly disorienting, but also rather charming. Rhine supposed it was understandable, considering the similarities between the two. In fact, despite not knowing much about Drift's species or how they aged, he wouldn't have been surprised if both Drift and Foam were similar in their age range. The creature seemed like a child in the way she moved and acted, and not like some senseless beast, or force of nature. That alone made Rhinestonestar want to protect her, even if he wasn't exactly sure that he understood her yet. She would hardly be the first beast of her kind that they took in – although thus far all the various dinos they had taken in were different – so that also helped to ease some of his apprehension, albeit very minutely. Allowing his gaze to land on Foamkit first, Rhine chuckled before nodding, saying with a flick of his long and fluffy tail, "Friend... yes, Foamkit, we're friends. It also seems as though we've all made a new friend..." Perhaps if Drift had thus far proven herself to be more volatile, Rhinestone would've been a little bit more worried about her hurting someone. As it was, however, she just seemed... excited.

The leader watched with an impressed gaze as Drifting Feather bounced around him, slightly stunned by the height and speed that the youngling managed to get. He supposed that was what those back legs were for, although once again it was clear that she was still developing. Feeling another protective urge come over him, Rhine nodded before he spoke to Drifting again, "Yeah... friend. We're all friends here. Where did you come from? Do you have any parents...?" The male wasn't actually really expecting an answer, more sort of just talking to the air in front of him, wondering if there were more of Drifting's kind from where she came from. Shaking that thought from his mind for the moment, Rhine hesitated before gesturing a paw in the direction of Palmclan's camp. He pointed quite clearly, speaking slowly and with a sense of emphasis, "Home. Would you like this to be your home? We can keep you safe. And fed. Home...?" He didn't know of his repetition would get through to her as easily as Foamkit's single exclamation had, but he had to try. She deserved a home, especially if she was all alone.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan