Larksong Grotto Missions

Zaavier. That was the wolf's name in front of him. Skeet tilted his head a bit before offering his charming and soft smile. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Skeet" he said, his tail wagging softly. This man in front seemed bery blunt in straightforward, maybe he's just not one to do small talk. But, who was Skeet to judge?

"God damn" he said aloud, looking around the area more. The devastation of the locusts was greater than he thought. Were they just everywhere and ate everything? He feared death of being starved, and the last thing he wanted to do was be a cannibal. "These little shits just destroy everythin' don't they?" He said, looking over towards Zaavier. It wasn't really small talk in Skeet's book, more of relative speech on a topic.