Fishblight Mire feels like day two of an endless war

The coywolf's heralding was returned by the impressive brute. With a slight curl to his leathery lip, he peered only a little closer at his present company, drawing in the scent of the beast. Still a wolf, he had to remind himself. Yet, Tadec was a wolf too – at least, he was at that time. It did not call for an appreciation for their kind, but the spindly thief remained purely for the fact that he was speaking to another half-breed. This wolf's blood was as muddy as his own and it was enticing to remain near one so common to himself. The coywolf wondered if this beast was as ashamed of his wolf blood.

A noise chirped in the back of the other male's throat before he drawled a compliment. This took the lithesome creature by surprise. The length of his ears erected atop his skull and he latched his vision to the mutt with a slight gape to his jaw. The tip of his tail twittered and then rested at his hocks. “I... mmm,” he attempted a response and found himself stumbling over the formation. Shaking his head softly, Tadec pointed a thin muzzle to the larger creature and sighed deeply.

“Tadec. I am called Tadec.”