Phantom Hollow little lion man

His much needed drink was interrupted when a stranger bowled into him. Speckletooth stumbled and nearly choked, but he was surprised when he didn't fall. Turning his head it took a moment for his vision to settle, but a canine half his size wasn't quite what he expected.

Speckletooth might have been worried about an attack if the strangers demeanour didn't scream of a kindred spirit. He joined them in their laughter instead, his tail waving behind him. It's alright, I didn' see you either. 

I don't live here no, but it's nice eh? He smiled, looking back at the mossy trees. I'm from the swamps, way out from 'ere. Which way exactly, he wasn't so sure. The trees remind me of home.