Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

He had traveled quite a while without seeing anyone canine-shaped, so supposed it was only a matter of time when he saw silhouette first. The swampy dampness he had been so immersed in and his unfamiliarity with the place kept him at a disadvantage, he thought, but didn't concern himself with it much yet. His route went on, pressing closer, now with a new look on.

But soon after he realized the other party was frozen stock still did it rile a proper suspicion in him. Past initial judgement narrowing his eyes, he sniffed pointedly, and stayed forward enough in his approach. There was something else, though, something that took him time to sort through fully. Familiarity sparked some eventual realization. You, he chuffed, somewhere on the edge of a question with a few more long strides closer. He couldn't prove the thought otherwise, so pinned his focus right on Charles outright.

It had to be the odd coywolf from the Glen, who made him think of Leta, who led him right to Osiris with a mournful grimace. I wondered where you took off to.. Antares looked him up and down. He might've been lucky that he got out when he did.