[Swamp Thing]

   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.

[Zephis]

A large male wolf moved through the big trees as he dragged the body of a lifeless doe by the neck. It was a successful hunt today, unlike the past few days where their was very little prey to hunt. Unfortunately, he had traveled far from his home to hunt larger prey, crossing through dangerous territory to find suitable prey. However, matters such as that did not cause him any concern as his mind was focused on surviving to see the next day. If he were to have a run-in with a wolf from the any pack or even a loner, then he would deal with it...unless the whole pack ended up finding him.

For now, he was safe and alone, or so he thought
His left ear straight up upon hearing the sudden twig break, his orange eyes searching the area until they landed on the new site, something big, something...Green?. He stared at the object as his mouth gripped the deer tighter than before, refusing to give up his meal or share it, if it came near . Zephis averted his look to the ground, thinking over his options of what he could do without having to fight, but nothing came to mind other than just sharing the deer with the thing.
Zephis finally replied and said " h-hello?"

[Swamp Thing]

The scent that came up to him smelled nice, but even if it made his mouth water, the fullness of his stomach reminded him not to overdo his eating. Last time he had pushed more food into his body he could handle, he spent the rest of the day and night complaining and feeling sick. Swamp Thing lowered back onto all four, branch still between his teeth, as his eyes laid onto the creature that approached him. Focus still fell onto the deer, but quickly reverted to the stranger that had approached. Swamp Thing had seen plenty of animals in his days. This one, he was different. Although Swamp Thing was technically an alligator, he was a hellion. From the appearance of this guy, he fell into the hellion category as well. As much as an alligator could muster, he gave the stranger a smile.

   ”H-hello?” Even though on all four the hellhound of sorts loomed over him, Swamp Thing was a size to be seen. But despite what might come off as scary, he knew he was a sweetheart. “’Ello. I see ya caught some deer, huh?” He said resting the branch on the ground, and then slightly shaking his head. “I ain’t gonna try to take it, if you’re worried, ya follow me? Name’s Swamp Thing.” He’d pat the ground close to him, offering a comfy place to sit. It had been some time since he had last spoken to someone, and he wasn’t picky. He felt for the loner wolves. Well, he felt for the loner social animals. So many of them craved a place to live, some place to show they are worth something. In honesty, Swamp Thing felt the same way, but his urge to travel and move around prevented him from choosing a location to settle down. Maybe when he grew older.

   “So yer a loner, eh? Me too, but by choice, ya follow me?” He gave a hearty chuckle. Swamp Thing, if being described as a character, was the warm southern grandpa. “You from around here?” Others must have that traveling urge, at least at some point in their lives. Swamp Thing had his way of traveling, but he never got too far from a large water source. It made some of his traveling urges harder, as he couldn’t go just anywhere he pleased. He worked around it, but if he could pry information about lands he would never be able to see on his own, he would try. Listening to someone describe far away lands made him feel almost like he had been there. Plus, he wanted to be able to help anyone he ran across. Knowing lands he never set foot in, he could still tell someone where to go. Swamp Thing looked at the other in an almost expecting manner.

[WishingWind]

Tongue lolling out, the flower adorned shewolf ran, almost pace for pace with this other wolf. She leaped over roots and low branches, slid under fallen logs, and weaved agilely through the woods, leaving her cozy badger set behind. Wishingwind stole a glance behind her and saw the two other wolf like creatures, her head high and flat teeth bared. She was done chasing ragamuffin lupines apparently. Wishingwind slid to a stop, paws rather dirty now. Slowly her brain began to wake up....there was another wolves besides her...When the shewolf registered this she shifted her stance into a slightly defensive one, and searched for the anything to use.

[Zephis]

He gave a snort as he dropped the deer and sat near him He gave quick nods and ear flicks in understanding and laughed a little. He looked over at the she wolf who was now interning the sandy beach right before it hit the water, and he grunted as he thought 'really a she-wolf, i was fin with a male. But now a she-wolf?!" He inched closer to the green...wolf? As the she -wolf walked closer, and his eyes widen as she sat down near him to listen to there conversation. He then thought "is she sort of ease conversation?' But his attention stayed on the greenish wolf. He gave a large yawn, exposing his large front fangs, as the sun fell past the mountains in the distance.
(ooc: srry! i was in a rush)

[Swamp Thing]

    Swamp Thing watched what he assumed was a hellhound of sorts, wondering how they were thinking. The hellagator was a passive man, and tried to not get into trouble with others. Something felt like this man might be different, but then again, most canine creatures tended to be troublemakers, or generally were from trouble. Packs were nice, but there was always some discourse going on in them. Swamp Thing had vowed long ago not to get mixed into wolf or cat politics, going as far as to not even feast on land prey. No one could steal from the water, which was his home, so there was no reason to have anything against him. He knew what he was doing.

    The great water beast swung his head around, looking to the new stranger that came to a stop before hitting the water. It was obvious she had been running, most likely not chasing anything as nothing went into the water. Swamp Thing narrowed his eyes, already off put. Maybe she had gotten tangled into the wrong mess, and he was not wanting to be apart of it. But he would give her the benefit of the doubt, trying to make the smile on his face genuine as he called to her. “Ya going for a run, eh? Be careful around here, the water can get deep fast and the current can be strong.” If anyone fell into the water, he would most likely save them - he had done it before.

    The one next to him simply yawned, and Swamp Thing let his focus stay on the girl. “You okay, matey? Running ‘round here probably ain’t the best idea. Keep going and you’ll accidentally end up in trouble, ya follow me?” He actually wasn’t sure how close the packs around him were, as he never went close to packs from the land ways. Maybe they really marked their borders, and it was obvious when getting close to them. Either way, he actually did not know enough about the packs here to give solid advice, but he knew that any pack could lead to trouble. Wolves were always trouble; good to be friends with, good for entertainment, but not to join their ranks and get involved in their world. They liked to fight too much for his tastes. Despite his feelings, he gave a small pat the the sandy spot next to him and the first stranger, inviting the girl to sit down and rest.

[WishingWind]

She sat down and looked in awe at the large...animal in front of her. She was a smaller breed so that explain it, she noticed she was starring and quickly looked down. But when she did that she noticed the male beside the large green animal had scaly feet and her eyes widen. She shifted her stance and her feathery like furry swayed. She looked over to the water and it gave her comfort. She smiled and then looked at the two males one at a time. Wishingwind listened to the conversation and said a few things too, like "ya", or "i know right, its hard being a loner". She would often times look up at the green wolf and look down when he noticed...not scared but not unafraid either.

OOC): i had a brain fart(

[Zephis]

The sun rayed down onto the three wolves, and the raven that sat near Zephis.
It cooed and cawed and hopped over to Swamp Thing. The bird pecked at the creature, stopped, and hopped back over to Zephis.
Zephis was a yearling now, old enough to have someone in his life. Somehow, the first few seasons of his life had passed him by far too quickly. He'd spent most of his life thus far preoccupied with playing with his brother and sister, as well as spending time with his parents. But now, they were gone, so the people he met were the only interactions he would have. Most people Zephis were whinny, angery, or selfish. Swamp Thing.... well he was different. A good kind of different, he brought the “good vibes.”
Zephis sighed and looked down at the ground sorrowfully.