Fishblight Mire Reptile

Ursus looks mighty spicy! When I saw it was you and Lauren leading it, I knew I had to get close to this action somehow, some way. XD

A child of vanity, Nails was not. Being the runt of his liter and with siblings as brutish as his, vanity had little hold over him. How could it when survival often took precedent in his mind? He was a creature without shame. Born of the earth, of instinct, he was unencumbered by such unnessary trappings of civility.  

After having exhausted the usefulness of the bog, Nails moved slowly toward the bank. "Ha," he chuffed aloud. He cut his eyes sharply at the stranger. though as he emerged from the muck, the curious wag of his tail was revealed. He was young and lanky -- an odd, sharp looking thing. "I'd probably say you're right." Nails wasn't quite sure what to think of this one yet.

He shook what he could from his pelt when his paws met solid ground, casting gobs of mud all around him. A beat followed before he began to laugh. "Or, I'd say you look like shit," he wheezed. "But -- it ain't like we're keeping score or anything." After all, it was only hypothetical.