Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

Jhala makes herself comfortable on the ground, settling her rump and inquiring more about his story. The stories of lone wolves have been grounding points for them for a long time—whether they ran into someone out in the world or were on the borders, asking for a home. It isn’t a sad story or one that’s all that exciting but there’s some point of it that’s enough that others have to do. He’d been one, longer ago, but if he can get by based on his natural instincts, he’ll be fine in the long run. “Humans, mostly. The last few years they are a more frequent annoyance,” he explains though he only masks the true problem. More and more have been killed by the monsters, diminishing their numbers considerably over generations.