Welcome to Ghost Town

Remus lounged on one of the furs he had gathered when he first set up his new "home" at the edge of the swamplands that was closest to Ashen's borders. He didn't need much to be comfortable, just a decent sized den, somewhere to store some food, and a campfire to keep warm by at night, but even still... he was going to be glad to move out of the swamplands one of these days. They were boggy and full of muck even in the winter. He couldn't imagine what this place was like during the summer. All of that water and mud must attract all kinds of bugs and snakes. Hopefully he could convince Ike that their fun wouldn't get spoiled by him joining up with her pack before that happened. If not he might have to consider moving around to the other side of the river to the hot springs even though it was farther than he would have liked to be from her. As much as he liked the Ashen princess it wasn't worth dealing with all the bugs.

It was getting a bit late so he decided to get up so he could go gather some firewood, making his way further into the trees so he could hopefully find some fallen branches that weren't too wet. He could cut a few down if he really had to, but he hoped that wouldn't be the case. As he was walking he spotted a figure moving ahead of him and he was genuinely surprised since he hadn't really seen anyone else out here besides himself since he settled in. He had been around the swamp long enough now to know where some of its more troubling spots were and he could see the older male that was maybe a dozen feet ahead of him heading right toward one of those deceivingly solid looking spots he had almost gotten himself caught in a time or two. "Hey!" he called out, trying to get the man's attention. "That's quicksand there ahead of you!"

"Remus Armada"