There is a fox like appearance to me, from my dainty legs on ballerina paws, down to the narrow point of my blackened nose even my ears are rimmed in red with black centers. I move like one so swift and agile at the point of appearing to dance between the delectable red flowers that dot the field. Admittedly I had been down and out lately due to the loss of a fundamental game piece on my board, but I decided today I would come out of hiding and find a new toy to occupy my time, so out I went and this is where I find myself.

I must admit that I know nothing of the healing properties of these flowers only that I can put my nose right inside the odd one and smell away till I'm near intoxicated by them. Off in the distance I spot a rather peculiar thing going down and I must admit the entire scene intrigues me greatly. A wolf dragging a log to the very same field of flowers, I had seen pouch like structures but never a log... maybe he was just dense and someone told him to fetch... a long time ago and the poor chap just never came back. Sad really. With my delicate head cocked to the side some I wiggle my way through the tall flowers, coming to rest just a few paces from the other male my head low and twisting from side to side in a curious manner "hello there chap," my voice is the epitome of an english gentleman as I watch him and his strange ways "I could not help but notice your log... nice log by the way, perfect texture really. You do know that is in fact a log right?" I ask for my own knowledge to test the sanity of the creature before me. Why drag such a heavy thing around really?

I do not put insanity off the table but since the male is not talking to himself as he walks... kinda hard with a log in your mouth I suppose... "how very rude of me.." I speak as I take a seat across from him, "the names Mordecai. New in town you see, bloody hard to find a good place to rest one's head if you catch my drift" my curious amber eyes rimmed with reds and yellows just watches him with an apparent pure fascination hiding the fact that I had already gathered this male was already from a pack probably on the ocean from the smell of salt that hung thickly on his coat and the dusting of sand on his legs