C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!

"Dum jævla elv," came a throaty mumble from the lanky male as he moved frantically alongside the river. It seemed endless, as he lifted his muzzle to stare down the great expanse of land that lay before him. Each step was taken with alarming speed, though he lingered dangerously close to the wide river at his side. A grumble would escape his lips as he went, moving with no goal in mind, feeling as restless as he ever had before.

"Patience.... Kaprassssius..." came the low hiss of the green snake that had wrapped itself about his neck, clinging to him for stability as he moved. "Why mussst... you alwayssss... be in sssuch.. a hurry?" The tawny wolf would shake his head in irritation, though he knew that his new companion was right, and she'd slither tighter around his neck as though in protest of his silence. Even still, her words would not slow his feverish pace and he continued onward in silence. Only recently had he encountered the bush viper - aptly naming her Jǫrmungandr - and for some reason, she hadn't left him yet. It was curious, but somewhat felt fated and he would endure her company for as long as she wished.

Only when the sight of another reached his eyes would his pace slow, albeit slightly. It was a wolf, he could tell them much; but her fur was a brilliant array of colors, unlike anything he'd ever seen. His jaw would unhinge, eyes widening as he rushed forward, hoping to close the distance between them. She'd been leaning to drink from the lake, her posture betraying that she was certainly not in the best of moods, and he'd gawk and stare for a long moment. "What are you?" he'd ask, barely containing the question the moment he came within earshot of her. "Your fur..." Quite clearly amazed, his jaws would part, and he would lap at his teeth as he stared at her -- not at all unlike a wolf drooling over its kill, with a carnal sort of hunger mixed with the bewildered inquisitiveness of a child.