Taking What I Want, Calling It My Own

A cheeky smile is offered to Raumr as he greets Cygnus; the acknowledgement is about all it takes to fall into his favor. The fact that they are all felines is enough for him to give this group a shot, even if he hadn't planned on formally settling down somewhere permanently. But maybe... maybe having somewhere more permanent to build up his little hoard of treasures, a home base persay, wouldn't be so bad. His ears flicked curiously as he suggested everyone introduce themselves.

The biggest of them all spoke first, and his interest was immediately piqued. Damn, she was a big girl, easily the biggest feline he'd ever seen. Cygnus was immediately smitten, especially with the story she shared, explaining that she was likely the last of her kind. He gave an approving purr as he listened, quick to pipe up once she was finished speaking. Her words had been contemplative and wise, nothing at all like the rough cadence of his own speech.

Though he was one of the smallest here, besides Sucre, he had no trouble projecting his voice and making sure he was heard loud and clear anyway. That would be a constant from here on out.

"Name's Cygnus. I know a bit about healin' and that sorta thing. Got a penchant for shiny things, too. Treasures, y'know," he explained simply. For his pride, his pack, whatever they wanted to call it, he'd give his services for free- but he hoped they'd keep him in mind if they found any interesting trinkets in their travels. "I'm not much of a homebody but I like the idea of having somewhere to come home to. Maybe I could end up being some kinda scout or somethin' for us," he suggested. It felt nice, knowing this was a place they were building together, collaboratively. It sure felt a lot better than trying to wedge himself somewhere he wouldn't quite fit.