Fishblight Mire Reptile

I'm so so so sorry for the wait! We can probs move this toward joining if y'all have room in Ursus!

He snorted, a derisive sound that cut through whatever tension may have lingered. A spy? It was a preposterous thought -- though, perhaps the cyclopian wolf had made himself some enemies. That didn't seem far too unlikely, given the rough state of him. It was certainly something to think about, or a chink in the armor to eventually exploit. He didn't dwell long, and instead, Nails only shook his head.

"Would I tell you if I were?" He asked then, posing yet another hypothetical. His tone remained light and full of jest. It was a game. One he found intriguing. 

"So Cyclops --," Nails went on after a brief pause, "is this leading somewhere? You going to take me back to the ol' homestead and give me the grand tour?" Unburdened by social restraint, there was a lackadaisical air to Nails. He plopped back to his rump and began to scratch behind his floppy, doggish ear.

"Or, are you gonna make me ask?"