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The swamp was not an obstacle for the towering beast, gray eye sweeping over the dim lighted place. Tree's pulled out of the water that was more mud than liquid. This made it hard to make her strange markings noticeable. The dim light filtering through to the watery floor was only enough to note the gray and strange veins running across her fur. The base of the fire was light gray, but her face was marked with a darker mask and then splitting out into vein like markings all throughout her body. Her rump was darker, leading the veins to be the same light gray as her similar base from before. The woman's tail dipped into the mud, her head tilting to the right side as of where she stood. Neck stretching on her muscles as her dark gray ears pulled forward. She was practically a beautiful, lean, mammoth. The mud was only up to her ankles maybe a little above, when she finally spotted a semi-dry spot the woman would drag herself forward to walk onto it. The red tip on her tail flicking off the mud. The red underneath her eyes sparkling a little in the slight moonlight. Otherwise it would have been much brighter.

Amachi raised herself suddenly, her head held higher than she normally would. Though that being she was taking in her surroundings. The dark greens, browns and blues entering her cornea's. As her chest heaved in, feeling her heart beat inside of her chest at a normal rate. Boredom was slightly apparent on her as she huffed out a small piece of air. The scent of the place was just water, most of it at least. Not counting the leaves and maybe a bit of flesh from the shrews and mice that lived underneath. The odd gooey scent of slugs pulling by on the tree's and her ears picking up the noises of the running water. Lowering her head again, she had to think for a moment about what she was going to do next because exploring was in her interest but she did not know how the wolves here acted. Though she was convinced the whole world hated her.

Amachi was considered a monster, cast out by her own parents because of her size and because of her strange markings. Not that it bothered her, she never understood that emotion it was a totally foreign concept to her after all. Never could she consider feeling something towards someone like that if she wasn't them and didn't know how they felt inside of their own body. Amachi felt her own way, as did they, it would be foolish to assume they were the same to have the same morals and so on. She turned her body to face the left direction, she was also a little eager to meet the wolves native to these lands considering she was a foreigner. She knew enough to defend herself so that was easy enough. Her tongue pulled over her snout for a moment as if she was waiting for something exciting to happen. Though there was no emotion displayed on the beasts face.