down, down the yellow-brick road | joining

[trojan g.]

[align=left]there's a chip on my shoulder *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It seemed as though Moth was going to be late to the small border gathering that tend to happen when someone was looking to join the swamp group. Of course, the mutated jaguar liked to be as early as possible, but as of late she had been preoccupied with other things. Now that her son and his friend were out walking around the territory of Tanglewood, she had to make sure her herb store was up. They were both still healing, Atticus more than Sweeney, and it caused her worry. They were both adults, but she still couldn't help but see Atticus as the scared little kid that he used to be before he moved away.

Coming up to the trio, the female would offer a smile, coming over to Atticus for a quick moment, eyes flicking over him to make sure nothing had happened - a mother's worry - before focusing on the newcomer. "Hello," She would offer, staying behind as they would walk back towards the camp. "My name is Moth, I'm the reaper of medicine here, so if you get hurt at all I'm here to help the best I can." Normally she'd like to think she could handle anything that got thrown her way, but it was still the cold months when a lot of their herbs didn't grow, and with Rosemary coming from the Typhoon only days prior to take some herbs back to her own group due to their own shortage, it had made Tanglewood's off more.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*  and it's big as a boulder