Felltree Marsh The Lady of the Lake

benry paused for a moment, not responding as he processed the wolf's voice, strangely rumbled and gravely as it was. he couldn't tell what the wolf's gender was. he wasn't good at recognizing the differences, especially not in canines. he looked the wolf over, blinking as he took him in. it's a bit shit. he agreed, nodding. hunting? uhhh, no, no. noob tactics. dumb shit. not that he wasn't a noob himself, all things considered. you, uhhhhh, hunting? he paused. what would be out here? amphibs? ribbit-boys?[/color]