I CANNOT RUN FROM MY FAMILY | o, joining

Bell turned his gaze to rest on the more fearsome member, tilting his head to the side for a second as he listened. He was in, apparently, adopted into the group without so much as a quiz. According to the newly introduced Fenrisulfr, Tanglewood was one of the more casual groups. That was okay, Bell was just sort of going with the flow, at this point. A minute ago he was coming to terms with his imminent death. He shifted, pressing his injured paw to the bell around his neck. "My name's Bell." It was a little on the nose, but whatever. It was the only thing he'd been able to remember lately. He wondered if they lived out in the swamp, or if they had somewhere slightly more cosy to rest at night. Resting amongst the slippery roots of the swamp didn't seem all that appealing, but he reminded himself that beggars can't be choosers.

The young fox stood, stretching in a way that made his ribs press against his skin. He hadn't had a good meal in a while, and moving too much made the world spin around him. Again, he couldn't find it in himself to care that much. Whatever happened happened, and he was in no place to complain. A part of him did want to ask if there was a place for him to have a meal and get dry, but talking wasn't exactly a hobby of his. The few sentences he had spoken were already over his daily word limit. He settled with standing there and looking expectantly at his new companions, all mud caked fur and subtly shaking limbs.

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