Hideaway Strath Cheer me up, and gimme your money.

@Gryffin bring that fine smiling pothead hippie goth inbeed over here.

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He felt like Atlas, his back stretching with the weight of how he was trying to make ends meet with his family. He hadn't any clue that another chunk of his family had come into the heartland of Teekon seeking a home too. But as of right now, he was patiently whittling a hawkskull head away, nibbling skin and feathers away with unbelievable ease. It was a task no one had set him up with, but he believed it might make @Hum smile for once- but he was also kidding himself. Hum had never been seen smiling, and should anyone have seen the Warden of Passage smile, they might have joined the horde in which she oversaw in her own realm. Setting down the skull, he debated if this was a good decision before picking it back up and returning to the work. She would appreciate it atleast, wouldn't she? She was a terror, not a fucking monster. Well, she was a monster...but not in the plane where they had come from- only in this realm were they seen as nightmares.

Under the light filtration of sunrays this testy afternoon, Priest kept his mind light as he wanted to make sure this would be perfect for his sister. 

She didn't have a clue as to what was going on around her and quite honestly, she didn't really care. As of now, Gryffin was in a state of oblivion, too far gone to care much about anything truly serious. Instead, she wandered about, giggling softly to herself as hazy eyes staring ahead, looking but not really seeing. She was often like this, wandering about high off something she'd found and eaten - this time it having been shrooms - as she looked for a place to call her home. 

The girl desired a place where she could be herself. Her high, laid back, uncaring self around other wolves without much judgment. She wanted a family. The fact of her actual family being near was completely unknown to her as she stumbled on, vaguely registering the scent of another. "Zo dolega?" Murmuring under her breath she switched directions on unsteady limbs, excited at the possibility of getting to meet someone. God, she was lonely. With a softly wagging tail, the girl with angel wings in her fur set off towards this other wolf, soft giggles escaping her muzzle as she stumbled along, willing to risk meeting someone in this vulnerable state if it meant gaining a companion.

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Words sounded through the trees with some kinda familiarity that ran through his mind as inhaling fresh smoke would have. It burned, and it burned right, as all speakers of Tsis tended to bake their dialect into the surroundings. It imprinted around him, flowing as fire could so effortlessly searing through the breeze. He pulled his attention from the bone without hesitation.
And without much problem, a pair of indigo sapphires landed on the face of a fellow timber wolf who's ditzy walk made him somehow feel both concerned and on the verge of unleashing the chuckle that had bubbled up through a struck throat. Interesting markings ran over her cape which seemed ligher than the most of her, and upon one of her strange stumble wobbles, they almost seemed to threaten to lift free from her back and resave her balance where it could- did this girl have wings?

"Nie. Drajunas." Interest flared heavily in his knowledge-thirsting stare as he tilted a mmind to assess her. "Sahira too, hm?"

Hazy electric blue eyes met that of the other wolf's, blinking slowly as if trying to process what was being said. Her mind was slow in this state, not nearly as sharp and quick acting as it would be when Gryffin wasn't high off something. If she were ever honest with you, she most often put herself into this state to avoid the overthinking of everything that came with her mind. That was for a later date however as now the girl's brain registered what he had said, making her eyes light up. Tsis was the language she spoke most comfortably though she understood what he had asked and attempted to reply in the same tongue, her brain and mouth trying to cooperate to form the proper words. Words weren't necessarily a practiced skill in this state. "You..are Sahira..? There are more...of us?"

He had her attention as she stood there with a head tilted, almost swaying as if she were about to fall. Perhaps, she thought to herself, it was fate in meeting this family member in a state where she herself barely remembered who she was, as she shut out the ability to think and realize that she was alone. Perhaps things would finally be turning around for the fallen angel that was stranded on this miserable plane of loneliness. Plopping into a sitting position when her back legs grew unsteady she closed her eyes, almost seeming to doze off right then and there. If it weren't for the motion of her tail against the ground one might have thought she did but soon enough she opened her eyes once more, peering into his with a dazed curiosity.

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They sent me away to find them a fortune, 
a chest filled with diamonds, and gold...

He watched her, auds locked to the sway of her words, orbs latched to the tilting wave of the girl's lack of balance. She seemed out of place here in these woods- but who of their Family was not? They were all aquainted well with the villains in their heads by now, of course,...weren't they? What if those who were not?...

At my wails, the floorboards, 
they creaked,
At my cries, the walls,

they groaned...

 "Of course," he answered with a subtle smile pulling the left of his maw into a fleck of amusement. "Sahira blood never dies, love." He almost chuckled at the notion, but he swallowed it for another time. Taking a cautious step forward, he offered almost humbly, for her to lean against his shoulder should she need it. If not, he'd walk singularly to the spot where he was beginning his cleaning/whittling bone charm for his sister. "What's your story? We all kinda broke free from our pasts, as of late." Nibbling off a few more of the harder feathers from the neckbone's base, he only kept the soft downy on the prey bone while he listened to the travelling cousin.