I'VE GOT A GOD-SHAPED HOLE / typhoon

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It didn't take long for Ivan to figure out that Aurum was the engine behind Tanglewood's greeting community. He was everywhere, even at Ivan's own birth. If he hadn't had a familial relation to his mother, Ivan would have passed him off as as someone far worse than he actually was. The truth, from what Ivan had seen, was that Aurum usually had reasonable backing to his claims, so Ivan didn't worry too much. Especially when he was discretely following him to the border.

The young cat was a bit stunned to be bombarded with the foreign scent of another group. As if one group wasn't enough on this dastardly world, there were two and perhaps more! Ivan's throat contracted and he sensed bile burning on the back of his tongue. Biting his lip and twisting his face into a grimace to keep himself from puking, he delicately stepped over Aurum's tail, trying to squeeze himself in-between his uncle's forepaws. He started unblinking at the two strangers from the Typhoon, strangers to him at least. Aurum acted like he knew them, but he knew everyone. These people came in peace.

"Expecting? Expecting what?" Ivan finally spoke up, a bit irritated that she hadn't finished her sentence. Expecting the rain? Well, Goldie spoke of a 'they' but he was at an absolute loss for who 'they' could be.