07-15-2018, 05:17 PM
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Vandal Roux, known to Pincher as Max - well, Rosemary got over her shock at how many spawn their father created a long time ago. To see another Roux show up at the shore only caused her a small twinge of amusement; otherwise, she felt compelled to learn more about this new family member. After all, family almost replaced the closeness of a coven, and she lost the close connections and support of her birth coven. "I guess you could say we're his people, yes. He's the leader here - we call our group the Typhoon," the ocelot remarked with a small, cautious nod to the maned wolf. Even with Rosemary's four eyes, she found it difficult to distinguish exactly what the base species of this mutated animal was; this particular combination of scales, fur, and feathers made for a mix she never saw before.
"I'm Rosemary Roux. I suppose we're half-siblings...?" she spoke, introducing herself before trailing off in a questioning manner, one of her smaller eyes glancing at Pincher. With the familiarity of the two - a bond forged in childhood, no doubt, and perhaps another close bond to envy - she assumed they grew up in the same litter. Or, failing that, met earlier in their youth than she'd met Pincher. Still, that question hardly encompassed all of Rosemary's curiosity about the newly discovered Roux. Hardly a beat occurred after her unsure glance before she asked another question with a touch more interest in her fuzzily apathetic tone. "How'd you wash up on the shore? If you need, I can look over your injuries - I'm the head medic here," she spoke, remembering as she spoke that the canid did just wake up after washing ashore. Rosemary doubted that the other woman's health hadn't suffered from the journey to get here.
"I'm Rosemary Roux. I suppose we're half-siblings...?" she spoke, introducing herself before trailing off in a questioning manner, one of her smaller eyes glancing at Pincher. With the familiarity of the two - a bond forged in childhood, no doubt, and perhaps another close bond to envy - she assumed they grew up in the same litter. Or, failing that, met earlier in their youth than she'd met Pincher. Still, that question hardly encompassed all of Rosemary's curiosity about the newly discovered Roux. Hardly a beat occurred after her unsure glance before she asked another question with a touch more interest in her fuzzily apathetic tone. "How'd you wash up on the shore? If you need, I can look over your injuries - I'm the head medic here," she spoke, remembering as she spoke that the canid did just wake up after washing ashore. Rosemary doubted that the other woman's health hadn't suffered from the journey to get here.