Otatso Wetlands Break free and leave us in ruins

Zane's experience with Legion had gone about as well as anyone could expect, really.  Totally to his own doing, but he still insisted on blaming it all on the chick who was too high strung and her kid with a death wish.  See, this was why he was better off runnin solo!  No one to answer to, no one to get him killed, and no one to smack him down for trying to avoid bullet two.  But... fuck, it was still cold out.

At least spring was on the horizon.  And with it?  Endless possibilities.  His favorite time of year was when babes lit up their signals like flashing lights, ready for a good ol guy like this one to come calling.  It was called community service - Zane was all about charity.  Good deeds, high rewards, everyone wins.

He wasn't on the prowl for it yet when he crossed her scent, but the moment he did, it immediately pinged.  Someone was doubtless looking for some company and a good time, and if there was ever a time he'd get lucky, it was times like these.  With a jaunty flip of his tail and a charming (leering?) smile plastered on, he traipsed after the faint trace like a homing beacon.

If you're lookin for some time, I've got nowhere to be, he called out as soon as he caught sight of a shape in the distance.  He couldn't tell, from here, if it was the wolf he was looking for... or how many of them there were.  But he'd found it was better to yell from a ways away.  Sometimes things got a little... bitey?  And no offense but he wasn't much into that pain shit.