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Dripping wet and fighting mad, Rotterdam Miklos was anything but pleased to have swam so far. Granted, water never really bothered him to begin with, but long journeys did. The hulking behemoth stalked along the shoreline, wondering if his swim had even been worth it to begin with. What if there were no women here? Worse.. what if it was full of men? So far all he saw was a large expanse of white sand and boulders, and a treeline in the distance that promised good hunting. It would be then that he remembered he'd brought his hunter with him. Had she survived the swim? Twisting his head back he found her figure not far off. "Let's go, woman." Into the forest he would go, with full intent of Maija chasing something down for him to hunt. The trees were sparse at first, but quickly thickened into a dense jungle. How quaint. Occasionally he would twist his head back to be sure that the woman was following along with him. If she strayed he would not be pleased. Tail flicked between his haunches restlessly. "Do you think there will be food on this godforsaken island?" To be honest, Dragomir might have really liked the island, but Rotterdam was in no state to 'like' anything. However, a figure loomed before him, distracting him from his last question. Immediately he drew forth, keeping to the shadows to prevent being seen. It was, after all, nearly impossible to see a melanistic wolf in the shadows. A haunting smile broke across his lips, flashing pearly white in a beam of light. He emerged from his place of hiding and announced himself with a guttural noise similar to a growl. "Do you live here?" Tones were almost innocent - almost.
"Speech,"
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