COLD WINTER BREEZE || Mass Gathering

"On cue, boss?" a knurled voice quipped, the second Tangler making his appearance nigh pronto following the icy Samoyed’s introduction. The tall mutt tailed his General by a few metres for the majority of the trip here, scarcely catching up to him moments ago. Just a hot week prior, his paws had experienced firsthand the discomfort of Pittian sand in between those soft pads of his, and tonight, it had been the polar opposite - the irritating, scrunching grit of snow. By that episode, and additionally getting terrified half-to-death by his own steamy breaths, this eve was not an ideal one. If Tanglewood’s purpose was as a retreat for those who desired isolation, then what was the purpose of having the Tanglers traverse to another group’s land for some social gathering? Leroy was not a fan, not because of any anxiety of sorts - by all means, he was a people’s person -, but due to the people involved. Things could get especially fucked if that one sap who lost his leg showed up, or worse, if those buffoons from the Typhoon dropped by to pick a fight. Hence, he stuck close to his leader, taking a non-insulated seat of his own; if stuff had gotten out of hand, Morgan could make people’s eyes explode out of their heads... that was, of course, an option.

Nothing crazy had happened as of yet. There were some strangers about, that one-eyes chick from earlier, and, optimistically not the sole other Tangler to attend, Morgan. ”Anything interesting eva’ happen at these things?” he’d his ask his upper out of boredom, for if the answer was no, Leroy could be considered as good as gone.