Piss boy

*Naiche* · 09-28-2020, 01:42 PM

The fog was proof of why any good wolf learned the importance of scent. Naiche had traveled this horrid place back and forth once before and he was now determined to learn it better. Currently, it seemed a horrible place to fight, but perhaps in truth, it could be a wonderful spot if he knew it better than any other.

The fog was thick and Naiche was working to keep up with the scent of the area. He had marked the area around the beginning of the swampland to help him should he get disoriented. Last time had been easier, on the way he down he had followed the waterway that would eventually connect to the sea, and the way back had been close enough. This time was all about exploring and so he was not moving along anyone set path.

Naiche wasn’t moving fast but stopping every few strides to sniff out the ground below him. In areas the ground was too mushy he moved even slower to make sure his feet did not sink to a dangerous level. This was not a place to be reckless. Naiche knew there were crocodiles in the lake but he wasn’t sure with how mucky the land as if they would come much further on the land as well, something else to keep an eye on.

With all his cautious sniffing and listening there came a point where he caught the scent of the other wolf. It didn’t smell of the two packs he knew of and it was coming in his generic direction. Naiche remained still as he tried to listen for any sounds that would give away more about it. He moved in the direction of its scent, and when he felt they were within a distance he could call out without having to holler he called out, “I hadn’t expected to meet another wolf here. What brings you to this miserable track of land?”

Speech:"Live to fight" Think

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