THE GUILTY HIDE // JOINING-ISH

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]this place was... terribly friendly. of course he knew that already, having been there for a few days now, but it was something he couldn't quite get used to. his old homes, they had been so violent. and though they were generally welcoming to their joiners, they still were not very friendly. you could be welcoming and rude, couldn't you? 'welcome, dumbass.' that was usually how it was. yet here, they offered cocoa, had simple conversations and exchanged nothing but niceties. it was a drastic change, and something he felt was almost exhausting, but he wouldn't complain. lirim had asked to come here, after all. if this is where they wanted to start a life together, then he would respect that.

bubonicplague was silent in his approach, stopping a generous distance away from the group, sightless eyes drifting over those that had gathered around the stranger. the dire wolf slowly seated himself in the snow. desert, huh? in the back of his mind he wondered which way that could be. he almost missed the heat of his most recent residence. almost. his nostrils flared at the smell of sand clinging to mojave's pelt and the cactus he carried with him, half-wondering why he would bring it, half-impressed by the sheer dedication of it. he blinked slowly and tipped his head to the side, calculating. quiet for a while longer, he finally decided to introduce himself, if he was going to hang around. "bubonicplague."