Irritating… mutt. Wechige felt his jaw tick as his pale eyes hardened upon the boy before him. He had yet to meet this stallion, but the scent upon his body was not exactly the strongest towards the Lagoon. Wrinkling his nostrils, the bloody hued stallion took a moment to stew over his next words before just turning away, giving his white marked rump towards the younger man behind him. He did not wish to speak just yet, obviously.


Grinding his hind teeth together, Wechuge was forced to swallow the spite that bleached his tongue and darkened his throat. He so wanted to just wheel around and snap, but that was not exactly the best of greetings for someone random, let alone anyone that could be his brother. “Entertainment is not found easily here.” He finally rumbled, one ear flicked up just enough to listen to the boy behind him. Shaking his head, the cryptid named stallion let out another sigh before slowly turning his head to look around himself, eyes landing upon the pale stallion.


“Looks as if the swim was not easy on ya.” He finally lets out, showing a half assed piece of “care”. He would much rather watch frost bite eat the pukes ears, but for the moment he didn't let that traitorous thought show through as he raised a brow. “What’s brought you to the bog kid?” With those words in the air, Wechuge let his ears both perk forward, curious but also extremely board.