Trouble With Sin

Bane's eye weeped yellowish fluid and he rubbed the base of the vacant cavity against the lichen covered tree, his paws hesitantly being places about in the rancid water. The sounds of the boggy swamp were few, and Bane couldn't help but wonder if this was what the ashlands atmosphere was like. All dead for the most part, few living things... a paw was pressed against a thick patch of moss and his tongue rasped out to lick the water.
He the utmost desire not to do it, but the dead flesh around his he needed to be cleaned out before it rotted and festered into something lethal. And thus a few moments ago he let a fly lay only a few of her flesh cleaning eggs on his face and now awaited their hatching apprehensively.

A whine was let out... he didn't want to do it, it would annoy the shit out of him. But Bane wanted to live, to see what became of the world in later days, what became of his once-pack and family. To see if his mate would following him in his exile, his pups grow into productive members of the pack. Floating algae brushed passed his legs as he sloshed up to the shore and individually wiggled each leg free of water and debris. And his gaze found another close to him, a curious furrowing of his brow plastered on his face. Bane let out a bark at the other lupine and strode over with tail slowly swishing parallel his spine. A young one too. "Hello stranger."