05-21-2019, 11:50 PM
Argus remembers watching Golden grow up under Pincher's shadow. With a detached nostalgia, Argus mourns the innocence of youth- ponders the innocence that was granted in a place like the typhoon. Enough to know the wrongs of the world, but not enough- never enough to save them from the horrors of it all. Gus had always been protective of children- of the typhoons when she called it home, Argus will always remember it fondly, but that was all it was now. A memory, that was all anything really was- memories of sentiment no longer felt.
Hearing the jovial voice of Argus' own innocence reflected into the borders of the desert- her desert - she reels. no, something is off. The white lupine is not quick to the scene. with a broken wing they are not fast enough to get there before the others- to confront to- what : Argus doesn't know. She is lost for words when seeing the stripped leader stand at the border, a grin and excitement bubbling under the other's skin - something tics in the back of their mind.
They feel impossibly old, weary. Red eyes betraying them as the gruff wolf stalks towards the group. A suave smirt across their maw lazy and slightly unkind- knowing. but their eyes- their eyes brimmed with regret- hurt and so many other things they couldn't voice. They pause behind forth, the wolf stalking up from behind them and dragging the basket closer to them for a experimental sniff. Nothing odd with the basket, maybe something else... ?
"thank ya' for the basket, capt'n." The wolf murmured, voice a low tenor "there ain't much seafood in the desert, ain't much nothing though- so fairs fair." They didn't chuckle, but the wiry amusement was a mask to the guarded expression of the wolf. "got a reason to visit, or is it in th' note? Either way, no need to be so hush-hush, hnn?"