Silently, Wynde stalked the beast, for he was curious to see what it would do and had, quite frankly, never seen anything like it before. The earth was still solid under his feet, but he knew, if he went much deeper into the woods, the waters would rise and the beast would notice him sloshing around. An eerie mist huddled close.

Loki slipped easily through he marsh, looking about warily, half expecting Munwithurix to leap out and attack at any moment. She shifted uneasily, her wings twitching, and unfurled them to their full span, crouching as if to take off into the air, then stopping, and shifting uneasily, swinging her head from side to side.

Wynde saw the beast becoming restless. It seemed more wary and alert. As silently as he could manage, Wynde retreated, not wishing to startle it.

A foul odor soon violated the area. The stench was coming from the trees. Vernon shuffled through the trees as he searched for the new intruder to the marshes, hoping to find some one to pester. Vernon was about to speak but leet no owrds escape his mouth when he noticed the one he was tracking was none other than a black dragon. he knew that insulting one of them was more trouble than it was worth. Knowing well of marshland creatures, he knew this was a female. Vernon found it strange that he had yet to actually see a male up close. "Is some thing the matter mistress? You seem unnerved," Vernon smiled not noticing Wyde.

Loki turned slightly, then her head tilted, and a smile crossed her face-or as close to one as she could manage, and trying to ignore the smell that was wafting from him. "Nothing, nothing at all, at least, nothing that I can be sure of."

She looked the strange being over, large eyes blinking as she did so.

"What can possible unnerve you that you can not be sure of?" Vernon asked as he crouched down and pulled out a peice of moled bread from his smelly backpack of fouled food. He bit into the bread and began to nibble on it, making crumbs fall into the marshes waters. Vernon wondered if the dragon would answer truthfully. He was curious as to what would put a black dragon at ill ease.

A new creature caught Wynde's eye as he fled. Was it a rat or a man, he could not be sure, but it spoke with a fair tounge. This intrigued Wynde and, perhaps against his better judgement, he stayed. In the shadows, he stood very still and seemed to fade into the dark.

Seeing wynde sneekingly observing the black dragon and the rat/man, Tenrimanatos decided to go up to Wynde and ask him if there was anything the matter.... Fore he is a curious demon that has no idea of when to stop getting himself into trouble but it seems that that's the only reason that he even exists on this earth........