these boots are made for walking ;; joiner

[SOJOURN]

"Always." He spoke suddenly as he came upon the scene. White eyes narrowed slightly as he looked upon the stranger before he glanced to Arseno. The Typhoon had a massive amount of room all things considered and the island could house many. He had come back here recently himself and even though he was cautious when it came to all the new faces he didn't see a reason to turn anyway away. At least not yet. He had ideas and plans festering in his head but he was keeping them to himself. "We have the room. So long as you keep loyal to the Typhoon. We don't expect too much though." The maned wolf made of shifting and churning water would step back and beckon with his tail to the place. "Come on in. The name's Ciabhan by the way."