Hoshor Plains i could’ve got a job at mcdonald’s, but i like curly fries

The he-wolf's neat little swim in the water came to a pause at the sound of someone else's voice and he'd turn to look at who it could be. Āzon seriously needed to get better at telling if someone was nearby — it's a miracle the man hadn't been ambushed yet.

They're warning to heed his steps and not slip and fall, would simply cause Āzon to flick an ear out of disinterest at the possibility. "Huh, well I sure hope it happens sooner. Anythings better than swimmin' in these floods all day like I'm a damn fish..." he quipped in a rather cranky, monotone voice, lifting a paw up from the leveled water and watching the mud slide off of it with a tired sigh. The bystander he peered at appeared to be draped in deep shades of brown, though what stood out the most was his fiery-looking eyes. "But who're anyhow?"