into the pit | open, drunken scrap

" REFLECTIONS IN THE WAVES SPARK MY MEMORY! "

the siren couldn't say that he was all too opinionated on the conflict between tanglewood and the typhoon, he was ultimately more concerned with his crops. such concerns had drawn the deaf male out from the main area of the typhoon, wandering out towards the edges of the territory where the railroad sat, looking towards some foraging on different solid ground. perhaps he could find more plants there?

humming to himself in a tune he couldn't carry or hear, the siren carried a small basket in his jaws, long whiskers drifting as he looked off to his side and the shallow water where fish swam. maybe he should do some fishing on his way home? lifting his head as he felt the timbers under his paws tremble, turning his attention back as tender paws picked up on a feeling. looking up, he saw himself nearly nose to nose with a tortoiseshell tom, surprise thrilling through him at the rank scent of wine. moving to step aside, the typhoon siren would growl softly and lowly, uneasy by the appearance of one he hadn't expected to see, and someone he hadn't seen around. lowering his head as he leaned a bit closer, sniffing at cory and recoiling at the swampy scent that clung to him like the wine.

the storm from the day before had put him in a sour mood and the wolf didn't quite feel like dealing with whatever would come of this man making it to the typhoon camp. he remembered seeing a bulletin posting about the swamp creatures, that those who smelt like the swamp were not to be trusted. he was faced by the dilemma of a swamp dweller just about on his paws, and well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to show some loyalty to his new home. issuing a warbled off-key warning growl at cory, he attempted a bark, ears flat and hackles raised as his sparkling blue gills fluttered angrily. "saaam." he challenged, unable to know his strangled attempt of saying 'swamp' bore little resemblance to the audibly-able. his tail flicked side to side as he growled again and pointed his paw back the way cory had come, hopping in front of the tom's way after some thought, deciding he shouldn't let him pass and make it to the gates.

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