Oxander, such an old wolf was walked over the some river at Neutral Grounds. He walks really slowly and thinks about joining to some pack from there. Long time ago was Aminia tells him something about it, so he knows some of them. He missed her. It was pity that he still not meet her after. I hope that she is OK now. he thouht little bit nervous, but his face was cold. No emotions could be advantages for living is these plains and he knows it. 

Maybeeh, he can wait for someone else. He doesn't missed Aminia only, he missed all social. He still walks around the river corner and looking around him. ,,Mhm... beautiful sunny day..." he noticed, stop and sit down. ,,...but little bit lonely beautiful sunny day," continuing sentence. He looks at water level. There was some reflection of water, of his face.

Wishingwind stood on the top of a hill. Not just any hill, a hill near Saboro. She was staring off into the distance, towards the inner part of the territory. She was up high enough to see the territory, but he couldn't imagine what the camp, the wolves, more so the Alpha was like..But when she and if she reached it, she would see it would flourish and thrive. She would wonder if the Alpha's territory was  green, and alive. However, daydreaming wasn't the reason why she stood upon this outermost hill. No, she was waiting for a certain and the perfect time. Wishingwind howled a deep and longing howl, loud enough for any wolf in the territory to hear. She let her head fall back as she howled and she soon stopped when she heard her own echo.

   It had been a while since he had spoken to anyone else. It was not that he cared, but more that he was surprised. He had thought that other creatures were more into being around water, being as they needed it to survive. Apparently the places Swamp Thing choose were not the case. No matter, he had decided, he was still going to enjoy himself. He had found himself in a watery area that seemed to almost be a mix of beach and swamp - mostly swamp. There had been plenty of food for him, though. The hellagator had decided a few days ago that this place was nice, and had decided to spend a good amount of time here. Swamp Thing did enjoy traveling, but he also like to spend some moments in one place, relaxing and enjoying the scenery. The ground, he had found out, was a bit much to travel on. There were paths, but they were overgrown enough that it might be a struggle to get around. At least finding a nice, dry patch of sand was easy.

   After hunting most of the day, and seeing what he could find on the water’s floor, he had clambered onto what he considered a small beach. There were packs not too far from here - at least, to him, as he would just have to swim there - but it was still loner lands. Maybe eventually he would try to visit some of the packs, see what their deals were. If he had been born a wolf, he might have thought otherwise, but Swamp Thing knew what an advantage he got from being born an alligator. On the sand, he held a thick branch clasped between his jaws, not putting enough pressure to break it, but more so to gently chew on. It was not only something that gave him a mindless activity, but he also thought it helped clean his teeth. 

   As he was gently gnawing on the branch, he heard what seemed to be footsteps. Swamp Thing, knowing no fear, almost smiled pleasantly. “’Ello? Anyone around?” He’d call out, and then gnaw on his stick, eyes looking about. If someone were there, he didn’t want to look like a threat. Unless they were a fish, there was nothing to worry about. Swamp Thing sat up, leaning onto his back legs, lifting his front in the air to grab onto the branch and hold it in place, while he looked about. If someone had actually been there, he wasn’t sure. It could have been hopeful thinking, as he was craving some social interaction. Maybe he was lucky, though.

   The plague had driven the pack apart, and honestly, it had been sad. Not only had the place that accepted him broken up, but he knew he couldn’t return to the marsh from before Borogrove. Now Hickory had to travel, find a new place to live. He feared so much, jumping at every shadow practically. Before Borogrove, he had rarely been looked at by others, out of fear, or out of disgust. Maybe more people had changed how they handled people who looked different, but he still felt such fear in his stomach, it almost made him sick. As well, he had grown to like the presence of a pack. The first night on his own, he had cried. Hickory had never known how much he craved interaction with others. He had taken for granted how nice it had all felt. And now, he was once again alone. The second day, he had decided that he didn’t want to remain alone. Even if nothing could compare to Borogrove, he knew he could find some place new. If they had accepted him, surely another place would as well. 

   So a few days later, he was still traveling about. He had ran across scents of others, but fear kept him away. Him mind constantly told him that the next pack, he would try to join them. And then the next, and then the next. Now he had accidentally gotten closer to the border of a pack then intended, and it was finally that ‘next pack’. There was no reason to turn away from it, so close that the scent was almost sweeping over him. As he came closer to the border, he felt himself shaking. Looking at the sky, he knew it was mid afternoon. Would anyone be around at this time of day? The sun did not help to hide him; he almost felt warm enough to glow. Before he made any sound to alert anyone of his presence, he would sniff the air with all noses, searching closely as he could without possibly stepping over the border line. If he did nothing wrong, they wouldn’t hurt him, surely, but there was the creeping fear in his stomach that liked to try and tell him otherwise. 

   Finally, Hickory gave a small, short howl. It started from one mouth, and he cut it off as soon as the other two echoed it. The last thing he wanted was someone else to think there was some sort of invasion or threatening group at the border. No, he preferred to only speak to one person, not multiple. He sounded too close to three, so he kept everything short, before all his faces spoke. As soon as he would hear someone getting close, he would back up some, tail tucking slightly, and trying to control his multiple faces. The middle one he tried to keep normal, eyes open, mouth ready to talk. The two on the sides, he tried to keep the eyes closed, as well as the mouths, and ears pushed back. “H-hello? I’m Hickory.” The temptation to add he was from Borogrove was there, but that technically wasn’t true anymore. Hopefully whoever stumbled upon him wouldn’t be too frightened.

They had discovered the tendrils, and it had turned bad. Alue had barely even seen them, let alone knew much about them. But as soon as news had reached him of the poison they were giving off, he fled with his patient, Phillip. If Nardir was still standing, he wasn’t sure. The panic of it all had gotten to the wolf dog, and he had bolted straight away. Now they had gone further than intended, not really sure where they were. They had run for a day, and run for a few hours at night, before laying down for a break. Surely they weren’t that far away from Nardir? Or at least others from the pack. The sun was setting on the second day away from the pack, and Alue had dedicated himself to hunting for himself, but mainly for Phillip, the elder he kept with him. Without someone to look after Phillip, he might not survive. The old dog limped, and both eyes were blind. It didn’t help that he was mean to pretty much everyone he met.

   Alue had made the elder rest in a shallow den - maybe it had belonged to foxes, he wasn’t sure. It was just deep enough for the two small dogs to squeeze into. As Alue watched the sun setting, he could hear the tearing sound of Phillip eating. He had been complaining about hunger, so Alue had hunting just for him, and brought food back as soon as he got it. As soon as the shadows stretched long among the sparse trees around them, Alue stuck his head into the den. “I’m gonna hunt. Please, don’t leave.” He waited for Phillip to confirm that he wouldn’t, and gave a sigh, and nodded his head. Alue smiled, even though the elder didn’t smile back, and ducked back out into the open.

   The woods they had found themselves in thinned in random places, and he went towards where he had found the trees to be closer together. He assumed prey would more likely be there, hiding among the tree roots. It didn’t take too long for him to spot some squirrels running between the roots, running into the branches, squeaking loudly. It took some time, a lot of patience, but he finally felt his teeth land onto a target that wasn’t air. He swiftly killed the squirrel, pleased with the little morsel. It wouldn’t fill him up much, but it was something. All of the sudden, he got a bad feeling, as if someone was watching him. Had Phillip gotten out of the den and followed him? The wolf dog turned around, trying to see if he could spot any creatures around him.