You arrive at Slange’s hive with a bit of a delay. Sometimes it wasn’t as easy to jump off your planet as you liked to think it would be, but you connect with the Land of Fogs and Caves with minimal effort. You gracefully land upon the surface in failli style. You have poise in every gesture, but your leaps are your strongest suit. You press your heel into the craggy ground as you make your way to his hive, not even knocking once you arrive. You aren’t certain he’ll have pants by the time you enter, but you have an arrangement of informality at this point in your lives.
You don’t call out to him, instead knocking on the ground a bit with the tip of your feet. You aren’t a loud troll by nature, and it isn’t hard for you to sneak up on others because of it. The moment you see him, you give him a small familiar hug. He seems like he needs it.
