Thank the gods that the passerby wolf heard his request. He couldn’t get much of an idea of their scent, given he was caked in mud and mud was all he could smell. His ears perked at the wolf’s voice – it was a female. ”Hello! Of course it’s no trouble to me at all.” Her tone changed slightly before she continued to speak. ”But why are you in Sindri territory? I don’t recognize you.” Ah, so he washed up in a pack’s territory, one he had never heard of. He must be in a new land. ”Ah-“ He started, trying to move onto his stomach with a grunt. Zech wanted to get a better look at the lass who spoke to him and be proper and to meet her gaze. Her pelt appeared to be like turquoise, rippled with more stony hues, and he couldn’t help but notice scales on her body as well. His eyes also took in the swampy nature of Sindri, not recognizing it. ”It appears I was washed up here – I apologize for the intrusion! If it helps ease you any, I have never heard of Sindri, and have no clue where I am. My name is Zechariah, may I ask your name?” At his introduction, the Russian blue male dipped his head to replace the bow he would normally give, that is, if he wasn’t weighed down by this caked on mud. He still needed help standing, after all. Once he got out of the slippery marsh, he'd be okay to walk on his own, but knew that after washing off this caked paste on his body, it would be much easier to get around. That made him wonder – how long had he been out? Clearly, if he couldn’t stand with ease due to this mud, his energy must have been depleted.

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