The seasons were changing and pretty rapidly at that. Cyan blue pools scanning the area around him. The sound of mud and soggy lands making weird sounds as the brute continued to make his way threw the swamp lands. He was by far lost. More lost than he's ever been, The only good thing is the brute was camouflaged with his surroundings. The feline like spots that adorned his entire bodice making it seem that the masculine was just a walking tree or something. The burnt orange outlined facial features turning as he tilted his cranium. Knowing all to well that he needed to get out of this damn area. His prints behind him were already disappearing. So he could not turn back around and follow the way that he came. He growled unpleasantly to himself.

The sound was rugged and gruff. Black printed ears swiftly turn back against his cranium, As pink tongue would lap at his nose before he lowered his skull to try and follow scents out of the swamp lands. Nothing seemed to be working in his favor. He was lost. Damn it all to hell, he growled once more. Vayne was almost always so quiet, and watchful. But lately his mind has been elsewhere. He known that his sisters band had to find new territory. And that was adding some stress to him. Maybe if the masculine was lucky enough he would or possibly could run into someone that would know where the hell they were located.

He kept his gaze locked on what was ahead of him, giving a gruff woof if anyone could hear him. He didn't know, but hoped that someone would. Only if he was that lucky, fur along his back laid straight up against his entire spinal region. Ears twisting and turning upon his cranium as to listen for anything or anyone. Maybe, just maybe he would be lucky enough to run into someone or something that could give him a sense of direction.

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Fall was one of the worst seasons to pass through the swamplands in. Forget the red sun and sky, the starless and moonless nights, or the wailing winds and caving in tunnels, the swamplands were downright scary by themselves. Especially as Summer gave way to Autumn. When the rains would wash through ruts of muck, soddening the ground and bringing all the leaves down to the ground. With the mash of heat rising from the earth and cold falling from the heavens, a thick fog constantly curled and swept through the dense trees. Gnarled branches hung low, always threatening to scratch along her face. Why was she even going through here anyway?

Cursing herself for her foolishness, Lumine surges forward. Her large paws suction to the mud, forcibly pulled away as she continues. Just make it through the swamp. That's all she had to do to be free of this creepy place. Attempting to ignore the constant feeling of being watched, forcing herself not to look over her shoulder every other moment, she nearly leaped into the air when a boof echoed from around a tree.

Stopping in her tracks, on high alert, Lumine searches through the thick fog. Icy blue eyes narrow slightly as her ears perk up, listening closely to the thud of paws against mud and rock. Her tongue seeks out to sweep across her nose, a moment to relief stress even though the hair along her spine is still standing straight up. Tail curled over her back, teeth peeking out from under her lips in a warning before she speaks.

"Who goes there?" Svelte tones of deep femininity break the creaking of tree branches and send birds fluttering to the sky.

"speech"

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The heat drove everyone even the earth mad it appeared. And now! Here Vayne was. Lost and confused. Sure he marked some tree's but he was too far away from them that he didn't have no idea where the hell he was located. Twin peaks shift against his skull as he wondered where the fuck he was. Releasing a deepened growl. He turned to see that of another. Possibly close to his own age. The masculine would honestly rather deal with family than some stranger. There was enough strangers within the family band already. A shift of the wind blew over his own frame, combing skeleton fingers threw the thick fur that coated his body.

"Vayne." Was all that slipped from the brute, sure the woman had a voice that could capture anyone's attention, but he wasn't about to let her tones possibly fool him. "Lost." His voice echo's out simple words, but the families native language thick with it's accent upon his own tongue. His paws muddied as he found his way to a rock and semi dry terra firma. But no matter where he turned it seemed to make him more damp.

The woods were humid but the dampness only allowing more humdity to rise. He shook out, trying to get the filth from his coat, but failed. There was no sense. "Do you know were I am located." He stated a little gruff.

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Her paws are wet, muddy, covered in filth. Something she's adjusted to, used to, but doesn't mean she likes it. No, she needs to get out of this damn swamp before a crocodile gets her. Looking around, barely registering the other wolf nearby, she listens to his words with one ear in his direction. Lost as she was. Couldn't blame him either. There was a thick fog lingering, covering tracks and condensing scents into nothing. Frustration flickers across her expression as she lets out a disgruntled huff through her nostrils.

"Lumine. We're in the swamplands south of the mountains." She's still searching. Taking a few mucky steps that make suction noises as her paws pull free of mud toward him, she turns around and then stops before him. "If we find a landmark, it'll be easier to get out," her tone is matter-of-fact, trying to tamp down the fear and agitation that lingers beneath. It was not like her to get lost. She was good, no, great at navigation so to admit defeat was to be miserable.

"Some say if you can find the palm that is a cluster of three growing together, you can find your way out," her voice is thick and accented as well. She was raised from birth to speak both the common tongue and that of her father's homeland - a language she'll never forget. "Let us look for it," she points her nose in a direction she believes the cluster of palms to be in, but she's not entirely sure.

"speech"

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wc: 855 + 255 = 1110 /1500

Vayne was mostly always quiet, never seeing the point in communication unless it dealt with his family and Judila. He was sick of the mud though as it seemed to find it's way threw every single fur on his paws and legs. Although the swamp was calming he known danger lurked and wanted nothing more than to get out of the swampy territory. Ears plaster against his cranium. A low growl emites from him as he lifted a paw watching as mud slipped from his paw back to the ground with a plop.

Ugh, how he hated this. The sounds of the womans vocals pull his attention to her instead of the mud all around him. "These swamplands could get anyone lost the way they melt away the prints we leave in the ground." He couldn't tell the woman it was a pleasure although he wished he could. He listened to her speak even more, speaking about a landmark. Ears swivel upon his skull. "Well, hopefully we find this landmark you speak of and not get lost even more within this territory."

He wanted nothing more than out of these lands. His eyes scanning the area, continuing on, finally! His paws hit some what of dry land, a breath of relief exits his throat. Vayne offers a nod, he walked along side of her, his eyes watching as his ears splayed listening for anything to make itself known within the area. Vayne after all was a protector. Vaynes tail swaying behind him, as he lowers his head towards the ground. "Is that it? Ahead of us?" Hoping that it wasn't only elm trees gathered close together. He sighed as he drew closer, nope not the palms. But maybe they were closer yet?

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