01-21-2020, 07:49 PM
Greeting newcomers wasn't a common activity found on Leroy's exceedingly cluttered itinerary. Greeting old-newcomers, though, that was different. The wolfhound had a knack of straying from the territory, simply due to how engaged he was in leader activities (such as sleeping, gossiping, and eating) elsewhere. However, on the rare occasion of him making his way to the forest border, each time he encountered a familiar face. And today would be no different, it seemed.
Florence was not an individual that the general had interacted with that much in the days of yore. Hell, he couldn't remember interacting with her at all, apart from when she initially joined, of course. Despite that, her figure was nigh-instantaneously recognized upon it entering his line of vision. As always, seeing an old face brought a toothy grin to the male's face, though he knew not to be surprised at more in the wake of her return - the fact that she was in Tanglewood once again, or the fact that she was still a fucking kid after all this time.
"Hey!" he greets warmly as he plants his beefy rump in the ground below. "You're... Florence, right?"
Florence was not an individual that the general had interacted with that much in the days of yore. Hell, he couldn't remember interacting with her at all, apart from when she initially joined, of course. Despite that, her figure was nigh-instantaneously recognized upon it entering his line of vision. As always, seeing an old face brought a toothy grin to the male's face, though he knew not to be surprised at more in the wake of her return - the fact that she was in Tanglewood once again, or the fact that she was still a fucking kid after all this time.
"Hey!" he greets warmly as he plants his beefy rump in the ground below. "You're... Florence, right?"