Fishblight Mire Reptile

Someone from Ursus maybe?

"You're full of shit."

Accusations flew with abandon. Many unfounded -- most correct. She had been right, Nails supposed. Right about everything. After pretending for so long it was hard to tell when the lies ended and truth began. It was such a shame too. He'd had so much fun. Their kindness, their acceptence, their love, he lapped it all up like a suckling leech. However, it was a matter of time before his gracious host grew wise to a fattening parasite.

Perhaps he'd flown off the handle. Emotion was a fickle thing after all, often rearing at times most inopportune. How could he ignore something that cut so deep? How could he not coil like the snake he was? She hurt him. She dared hurt him. In time the pain did fade, but it didn't matter now. To second guess his actions now would be to waste valuable time.

Her entrails had been beautiful. 

He fled north, knowing no one would follow. In the chaos, her pack would collapse. He'd seen it happen before. It was a terrible shame, Nails thought, that he could not stick around and admire the fallout of his artistry. 

When he came upon the bog, he knew there was no other option than to press forward and cross it. The smell was horrid, enough to make his stomach curl. Paws sank into the fetted rot as he began to trudge through the foul pool. Mud, cool to the touch and rich with detritus, held tight to his long and spindly limbs.