HOPE FAILS | joiner

[TIMBRE.]

It was a disdainful sight, and timbre hungered at the story there at the edge of his awareness. The stranger looked harrowed, tired and lonesome, there was a confidence, a swagger that Timbre was instantly put on guard about, and as his sister stepped up to greet the other Timbre slinked into the conversation with a similar sense of guard.

"You've been here a while it would seeme, but you're only now stepping up to introduce yourself." It was a statement, beyond the smell of... dirt and rolling rot, there was the scent of home on her, not any lingerings of a loner, just an outsider finally stepping up to make a move, to join the clan properly- instead of leeching off of their resources. It was a statement, but there was room for the other to eplxain themselves, a silent question in the lion's own words.

"Name's Tim," he offered his own name into consideration, stepping around Sojourn's words while still demanding the same thing why are you here. He was, cuirous- enough to curb his own more volatile reaction- as it would've been- otherwise.