Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32004538-20170914023137/@comment-26510374-20171002191153

"I'm actually looking forward to this," I said cheerfully. Taking a deep breath, I looked over, hearing unfamiliar voices. I swarmed up a nearby tree, and saw the mob had split- some of the fire was leading off in the direction of a waterfall, and some was coming our way.

"They're coming," I told the others, sliding down the tree's trunk. "Get ready. And don't doubt my fighting skills will keep you safe."

I cupped my paws around my mouth and let out a shrill mating call-esque noise.

The mob broke into fierce whispering. I heard them rustling around the pond. They were trying to be sneaky, I suppose, but a wolf with bells on its feet could do a better job.

"I'll attack first," someone hissed. "At my command, you all burst out and burn their corrupt souls!"

I stomped loudly. More rustling in my direction. I lead the unseen animal over to the dark side of the pond.

The animal, a wolf, burst out, face to face with The Bog Beast.

Clayears II. I knew him right off the bat.