Twisted Slough twisted streets

The pups were walking now - at least the Chaspen Brood - and that itself left Alder usually to nervous to leave even the tunnels. Duty called, however, and once he found himself out in the open, patroling his borders and weaving through the trees, he found himself very distant. The events that tended to happen on his borders should have warded him off; perhaps they had, but it was not inward he drew.

The King trotted over the borders after the scent of another wolf  on the wind- curiousity pulled him forward, and before he knew it he could hear a female muttering about ahead of him. The multicolored man pulled to an abrupt stop when he saw the dark woman trapped in even darker muck - just as Alder opened his jaws to see if she needed help, she lurched forward onto solid ground... Almost completely. Grinning, the one-eyed man called out to her, tail wagging high.
       
                               "Hey! Uh.... you need help?"