Rodeo figured the Lioness would be punctual. She seemed the type of woman. So he parked himself near the gates early, sitting on a picnic table situated near the guard posts, his boots up on the bench as he reads a beat-up edition of The Rights of Man. He's eager to meet Wolfe's family and his Head of Security, but he's admittedly a little nervous too. Their opinions could weight heavily on Wolfe's decision whether or not to consider an alliance with his crew. He knows the impression he makes today will matter, and hoping for the approval of a group of women who probably have no reason to think anything but the worst of a man like him makes him feel uncomfortably vulnerable. Rodeo does his best to squash that nervousness down when the hour rolls around, and the library's transport arrives precisely on time.
Punctual. Just as he expected. Rodeo closes the book and holds it in hand as he climbs off of the table, waving to the man at the gate to direct him to open it. The truck pulls in and parks inside the gate near some of the Dogs' vehicles, and Rodeo heads towards it as the door opens. A blond woman climbs out first, looking sharply aware and severe, and Rodeo has his suspicions that he knows which one of his expected guests this woman is. Rodeo offers a grin anyway, easy and friendly and as non-threatening as a 6'4" biker with a knife strapped to his belt can really be.
"Howdy," Rodeo says, lifting a hand to tip an invisible hat to the women exiting the truck. "I'm Rodeo." But the patch at the breast of his cut and the crown over his back patch tell them who he really is-- King. "Glad you found the place alright. Know traffic can be a real bitch out there." There's nothing for miles around the Dog Park. Only empty dustbowl wasteland that sits silent and still, as if to mock the Dog King for his lame joke.