tasks seemed never-ending around the swamps, but even he knew that it was part of a portion of what they must do to recover. sleep was long forgotten in the pursuit of freeing the trapped and tending the wounded. his paws carried him with a numb report against the muddy ground, the sound so common to his ears that it no longer reached him as more than a background sound. breath shaking in his chest as he fought off a sneeze that threatened to steal all of his breath, he stopped to stare up at the sky. spying what he thought of as a bird, squinting at the vibrantly colored wings until the sun was no longer glaring into his eyes, and he could make out the alabaster pelt of a winged feline heading for tanglewood's borders.

some part of his senses told him to get ready, a creature flying towards them could only mean ill to come. shaking his head, he glowered to himself, 'not every rumor you hear is true. not every word of mouth can be trusted.' the tom would console himself as he headed towards the border which alexandre was winging towards. inhaling, he shook himself out, mindless of the mud sticking to his paws. whiskers trembling from the force of his shaking, he pushed himself into a trot, with a mission in mind. coming up to the border, the gray tom would observe the fair pelted other, a small but silent chuckle bubbling in his throat, before he made himself known, stepping out from the swamp and into view. offering him a nod, the mute tom would step forward and after a quick look around, realizing he'd left his well-known satchel and it's books at home, he would give a frustrated breath before turning his head to look back to alexandre. attempting to reach out to the succubus' mind, "alexandre was it? i am the luminary, what can i do for you?. apologies, i am mute. let me know if this isn't comfortable for you." if he couldn't reach him, he would look around for a pliable piece of bark or leaf to write upon with his claws. he supposed that he could change form but the less exertion he had to put his recovering body through, the better.

[glow=#ccaa33,2,300]THE CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS![/glow] — ?
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Solsken was definintly late to the party but honestly it wasn't like he cared all that much. He hadn't even meant to join said party but during his walk around the territory the hellhound just so happened to stumble upon the small group that had formed. He listened to the feline, Alex, speak, head cocking to the side at the mention of an island close to tanglewood and how easily it was skipped over. "Honestly you sound as if you don't even want to be here," he huffed as he padded towards the rest of the group. He moved to settle down close to Aesior, a glare directed towards Alex.

"If you don't want to be here then just leave," he snapped. His glare darkened, ears pinning back a bit. He didn't appreciate this visitor and the sooner they left the better. "But if you plan to stay you could at least tell us about the island so close to Tanglewood instead of just skipping over it as if you own it," the hellhound huffed out.

Sometimes, it was better to let the others do the talking for him. Somewhere along the line, they all had similar ideas and questions. Exhaling as he settled down, listening to Alexandre's words with a curious flick of his tail, green-gray eyes following every motion that they made, tipping his head slightly as if in thought. Clearing his throat, the tom would shake his head as a few late season mosquitoes buzzed about his head, a few young buds of lavender appearing upon his shoulders over the next few minutes. Tail flicking in greeting to each new member that appeared, he let them speak their minds with a few glances in their directions before settling on Alexandre once more. "I apologize to hear about the damage the Typhoon has suffered, Alexandre. Please let us know if we could offer your people any aid.", he would once more attempt to speak to the other, his interest becoming piqued by the words relating to an island.

All that could belie his interest was a change in his gaze, becoming more ... invested in this conversation, "The one thing that our group would be seeking at this time, would be boats. The storm's rage has further opened hidden passages.", he would attempt. Amusement flickered across the gray tabby's face at the mention of an intrusion upon a meeting, reminding him of his own duties within the swamp. What a ... peculiar conundrum for the Typhooner to grapple with, what with their oh-so-blantant dislike for this trip to the swamps.

His ears laid back and tail flicked in discontent as Solsken raised his voice and snapped at Alex, the tom sending the rescued youngster a quick sharp glance before relaxing the stance of his ears, looking back to Alex and nodding. He was rather interested in this island, the one that Alex had spoken of and that Solsken had asked for further clarification upon. He too would like to know what the succubus and co had discovered thus far, mind already a-whirl with thoughts of this mysterious island just south of their home. He would like the boats for travel along their own canals so recently shown by the storm, and now of course, to travel southbound to this island. What would they find out there?