FEELS LIKE A JOKE && vandalism.

"Aww, how sweet of ‘em!" a thunderous voice rang, the loud approval clearly intending to grab others’ sleepy attention spans. Their scent was foreign, and their rustling through the territory was noticeable, but Leroy was much more interested in seeing what would come of this intruders’ actions rather than actually stopping them. Thus, one could say his tracking skills were purposely weakened, for this one time only; the reason being that the interloper certainly had no purpose of harming his clanmates, as Tsuyu’s disturbance was moving towards the docks, the recently repaired planks of wood which wasn’t getting much use (despite his last weekly task instructing him to do so). Once the coast was clear, with the pest assumably out of the area, the mongrel made the scene - to see colourful obscenities limning the landmark as a decrepit feature staining Tanglewood’s landscape. There was a flaw in the mystery vandal’s plan, however; Leroy enjoyed it. If their aim was to upset as many people, then consider the job failed, as the mise en scéne heavily reminded the mutt of the time he spent years ago on the impoverished streets of a big city.

Though toxic chemicals in the water were a bad thing, it wasn’t exactly a new trait of Tanglewood, per se. The swamp has been radioactive for quite a while, all that was new was the environment had a little sprucing up.