science fiction starts + tanglewood ambassador

Clean air. Oxygen, untouched by the stiff sulphuric fumes of which occupied the rotten mires in Tanglewood. It felt simply luxurious, especially when coupled alongside the salty taste piggybacked from the ocean spray. If he had felt more emotion, one could say that Leroy exhibited a sense of envy towards those who indulged in this elegant gas on a daily routine. Frankly, the mutt grew tired of having to bathe himself in a body of water each time the mutt left his homeland for outside circumstances, purely in the means of sparing others from insufflating his swamp’s hideous musk - which is what he had done on this occasion as well. First impressions were everything, and, well, it looked like he’d be having this job for quite a while on account of Aya’s sudden disappearance. Faint tinges of the Tangler’s former environment yet lingered, though this meeting of sorts was to be only brief, thus eliminating the need for a thorough cleaning. The wolfhound bore no gifts and possessed null charms; what he would be sharing with the saps here would be what some call knowledge. News of Morgan’s deeds throughout Tanglewood, perhaps some details on the clan’s current status, maybe a short number revolving around this new job - and oh yeah, the fact that ghosts are, as he traversed through foreign land, ravaging what was once a flourishing Tanglewood. The last piece seemed a tad more important than all else, a safety warning to those in Sunhaven about the supernatural. That is, if the spectres hadn’t sprung up round here, too.

"Hey!" the hulking mongrel called expectantly, ”This’s Sunhaven, right?”, before adding in a softer, more charming tone, ”Because ‘m fucked if not.”