Chomp Chomp

Ick. She was not too keen on exploring the swamp, but it was just about the only place she could think of to use to spy on one of the packs. She couldn't lie to herself anymore, she was interested in what the packs were up to. She had grown up a loner her whole life, and the idea of a pack was appealing to her. She had absolutely no idea what it meant to live among a pack, other than constantly being around others. That wouldn't be so bad though, right? Molten gaze searched for the borders as her paws sucked through the mud. Man, she was going to need a really, really good bath after this...she shuddered as the cold mud sucked at her paws, and behind her was a trail left haphazardly across the ground. She wasn't totally familiar with these lands, but she was sort of familiar with the kinds of creatures that inhabited such a place.

The babe heard a splash nearby, her fur rising as she prepared for something to ambush her. One of the resident alligators just waiting to pounce. But...then again...that splash didn't sound alligator-ish. Abandoning her original plan, she slunk through the mud, her belly pressing against the cold muck (much to her dislike), but she was too curious to find out what that splash had been. As quietly as she could, slid ankle deep into the shallows and peered through the reeds. At first, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. A couple of logs...some bugs. Maybe a frog or two, but nothing that immediately gave away what that sound had been. Annoyed that she might have wasted her time, she started to turn back around and get the heck out of there before an alligator did decide to pop out. But just as she was doing that, she caught a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye and the slightest of scratching sounds.

Molten gaze found a...wolf? In a tree? How the hell...brows furrowed with confusion as she peered at him, and the small monkey-wolf seemed to be looking at something in the water. Gaze searched the water again, finding one log, and then another, and then....oh. One of those wasn't a log at all. She barely saw the rippling of the water around the alligator as it sat there, beady black eyes staring up at the tree-dweller. Quietly and slowly, she poked her head just above the reeds she hid behind, though she didn't dare say a word. If that wolf was smart, he'd see her bright orange fur and know that she was there if he needed the help.