Hmm, it seemed as though his questions were being ignored. He didn't feel too much frustration over the fact that Olalla wasn't answering his Tanglewood related questions, since really all he was interested in when someone new showed up was their personality, and their story. He mainly only demanded information if they were some asshole Pittian, or if they seemed like they needed something very urgently. It didn't seemed as though Olalla needed anything too urgently, although he did seem as though he was a bit more energetic now than when he had first arrived, since he jumped back.and yelped when Worm first arrived and began to ask questions of him. The lion ended up blinking in surprise at Olalla yelping at him, and his wings drooped slightly on his back, frightened that he had somehow scared the shit out of the new canine, but Olalla recovered quickly, saying hello and seeming to hesitate as he just tested Wormwood's name on his tongue. Worm did have to admit that his name was pretty odd compared to other people's names in the group. After all, Crow, Moth, and Leroy all sounded pretty normal, and they were pretty far from something as stand put as Wormwood.
It seemed as though he wouldn't have a minute to explain his odd moniker though, since Olalla had already moved on to dancing over at Moth before glancing back at him, asking what exactly he was. The chaser blinked in surprise at this, caught off guard by the rather direct question. He had never just directly been asked what he was, although he had in the past had some people not know what he was, but rather than just asking him what his species was, most just assumed that he was some sort of larger strange variety of their own species. As a result of the odd question, Worm found himself staring at Olalla for a moment before he finally cleared his throat, chuckling and rumbling as he shifted his wings upon his back, his one remaining blue eye flicking down in embarassment for a moment before moving back to Olalla's fluffy form, "Ah, well... I am a lion. It makes sense that you haven't seen many of my kind before, since we're not really common around places like swamps... guess I'm just special. Moth is just a fo- a jaguar. She's a jaguar, of course. They're not very common either, but we've got a couple." He stumbled over his words a bit, since he still wasn't quite used to Moth being a jaguar, rather than her tiny island fox self.
It seemed as though he wouldn't have a minute to explain his odd moniker though, since Olalla had already moved on to dancing over at Moth before glancing back at him, asking what exactly he was. The chaser blinked in surprise at this, caught off guard by the rather direct question. He had never just directly been asked what he was, although he had in the past had some people not know what he was, but rather than just asking him what his species was, most just assumed that he was some sort of larger strange variety of their own species. As a result of the odd question, Worm found himself staring at Olalla for a moment before he finally cleared his throat, chuckling and rumbling as he shifted his wings upon his back, his one remaining blue eye flicking down in embarassment for a moment before moving back to Olalla's fluffy form, "Ah, well... I am a lion. It makes sense that you haven't seen many of my kind before, since we're not really common around places like swamps... guess I'm just special. Moth is just a fo- a jaguar. She's a jaguar, of course. They're not very common either, but we've got a couple." He stumbled over his words a bit, since he still wasn't quite used to Moth being a jaguar, rather than her tiny island fox self.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan