Are you a saint or a sinner?

get out your guns, battle's begun

He moves with ease through this new land, taking in the wondrous sights around him. The deep forests and the expansive plains, the mountains to the west and the smell of the ocean to the east. His darker coat takes in the heat of the day and he holds his mouth agape, tongue lolling out in a panting expression. Marrok moves through these hot lands, watching as the earth dips down in a great crater before his eyes, what an odd thing to come across. his brows furrow in curiosity as he makes his way into the depths of the great bowl, marveling at the natural beauty of such a thing. He has never seen such a large hole in the earth before, never in his life. In this part of the crater, there was a great expanse of forest, the trees tall despite growing on the sharp face of the crater wall. He wonders how long it has taken these trees to cover this part of the crater.

As he moves along, the trees give way to a great swampy area, and he finds he is fighting for footing in the soft earth. His creamy tan legs are soon black with rich silt, and he understands how the forest could grow. With substrate like this it would be near impossible for anything to not grow. Even here in the swamp there are large cypress trees, great giants in the swamp. He finds he doesn't mind the smell so much, it adds to the beauty of such a thing, adds to the mystery of what could have created it. Green is all around, from the duckweed growing on the water, to the thick leaves and deep thickets that are on more solid ground. Oh what a wondrous place indeed.

Suddenly, there is a wolf running, and Marrok is given to pause in his tracks, watching as her wet form sprinting passed him. His bright eyes stay on her as she moves. He wonders if she would like some company, despite the heat of the day, Marrok would love to run with her. He will not call out however, there is no need to make her fall, so he simply waits to see if she had noticed him. Wonder what she is like.

"Speech"