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On My Own

Swamp Wolves!



Bog

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Other
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The Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 11K
08-27-2021, 03:28 PM

Blessedly, the youngster seemed to lose some of that horribly morose look on her face. The soft little nod, and the faintest glimmer returning to those sad cherry eyes. "Yea, I'd like that. Thank you, Mr. Bog. I have some herbs I can share for the trouble." she offered, which seemed so odd. This little one didn't seem to have much to her name, why offer up anything willingly? He took a half step back, giving the leggy youth some room to get to her paws. "Ah.. just Bog is fine. We'll play it by ear, how's that? Y'eat all my food, maybe I'll take ya up on that offer." he teased lightly, before turning on his heel to begin the journey back to the mangrove. It was a short walk, but it would take a bit to catch something for dinner. Especially now that he was feeding someone else, and that someone was a growing girl who would need to eat far more than he usually did.

Speaking of which.. "What d'ya usually eat, pinkie?" he asked, turning to look over his shoulder at the tall girl. Wow, now that she was up and moving, she certainly was a big one. He hoped the mangrove's root systems were sturdy enough to carry her weight. The old, gnarled roots were quite strong, but he hadn't exactly been around all that long. "I make a mean catfish stew, but if you're more of a deer kinda kid I can probably as my mum what she's got layin' around." he added warmly, swinging his skull about to face forward once more. Bug laboriously clambered the rest of the way up his neck, and parked his damp little rump between the wolf's green ears. Leaning to one side, he made sure his mouth was very close to the sparsely furred inner ear on his right side so there would be no doubt Bog could hear him. "Stop bring strangers home. Big stranger eat Bog, definitely eat Bug. Leave stranger child be." the frog croaked quietly into his ear. A quiet scoff shuddered through dark nostrils, and the lichen-dappled healer rolled his eyes. As much as he appreciated having someone around to keep him grounded, and occasionally curb his more dangerous antics, the goliath frog was certainly an anxious creature. "Lookit how sad, she was, Bug. We ain't leavin' her all alone like that, it wouldn't be right." he chided quietly, doing his best to keep his voice low enough that the girl couldn't hear him arguing with his companion.

Already the mangrove was visible through the treeline, and the soil beneath their paws began to transition to a looser, sandy substrate. As the sun went down, the water's soft glow would become more obvious, so if he was gonna start hunting, he'd need to start soon.

--exit Bog and Lukina to the Lover's Mangrove?--

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