HIS BACKPACK IS ALL THAT HE KNOWS // Icarus

Icarus was still unsure of this group that he had stumbled upon but so far things seemed to be okay. He missed his sister and nephew dearly but he couldn't take back the decisions that he made, it was too late now. But even with all the grief and sadness he felt he knew that he made the right decision, he needed to find somewhere new to live, somewhere that suited him better.

Icarus found himself wandering the territory of Tanglewood, trying to familiarize himself with it since this is the place that he will be living at from now on. Plus it helped in case if for some reason he needed to flee he wouldn't get lost within their domain. An unfamiliar scent drifted across his path, one that didn't smell anything like the swamp that he had grown used to. This caused curiosity to rear it's head up inside of him and drew him towards the creature the scent belonged to.

He stumbled upon Eva, stepping out of a bush and quickly taking notice of the feline. His gaze narrowed at the stranger, ears pricking forwards as he stared the other down. "Hello," he called out in a neutral tone. "You are on Tanglewood land, what purpose do you have here?" He asked the other, getting right down to business.

Icarus fought the urge to lean back when the other leaned forward, the thought of someone being near him sending a cringe down his spine. He looked around in hopes to see anyone who was apart of the group nearby but it seemed like it was just him and only going to be him. Honestly he wasn’t sure if he should run the stranger off or let them stay and see the swamp.  They didn’t seem to be causing any harm, at least not yet. “The swamp is interesting to say the least,” he mused. He padded over to the murky water, settling down at the bank. “I’ve never seen one before either,” he hummed, more to himself but loud enough to be heard.