10-28-2018, 03:56 AM
No matter how many times Tanglers seemed to die or disappear, Morgan refused to stop searching for joiners near the borders. He came upon the scene just as the newcomer mentioned his lack of business and desire for 'space'. It seemed the samoyed's fellow Tanglers were already doing a good job of greeting and questioning the outlander. Stopping right behind Leroy, the General took a step to the side to make himself known.
"Well, Noctis, we do have a lot of free land here in Tanglewood if you're looking to join."
He walked forward a little more, adding, "It is a bit dangerous around here now, but things'll get better soon enough."
At first he almost laughed at himself for such wishful thinking, but a part of him still felt like he could be right. "Really, though, we're just a group, or a kind of family, and we live out here near the swamp. If you need rest, we can help you with that if you join us."
With nothing more to say, Morgan wagged his tail and flashed a brief samoyed smile.