Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

Eighteen others? That's no small number, having seen no sign of any others he couldn't help but wonder if this bearer of warnings was exaggerating. For what reason he couldn't figure.

You might not make it to wherever alive, then you won't care.
The half-breeds eyes narrowed at the comment, his mood was doing nothing to help his attitude on that comment, not sure if it was a joke, threat or insult. Lifting his head slightly to match gazes for an instant. Trying to figure out what, if any hidden meaning she implied. A quick flick of his tail followed as she continued.

What is that smell?
Instantly a feeling of embarrassment swept over him, his whole body drooping slightly.
"Ah." he began with a slight laugh "That, uhh, that'd be me. These wetlands sort of soak into your coat a bit." totally oblivious to the fact the question was most likely directed at his half breed scent, not his smell of muck and damp.