once hunted | typhoon leader

The desert dwellers. Much like those that dwell within the swamps he doesn't have much of an opinion on them. He knows their history and what they attempt to do and for that he supposes they have some intimidation. At least for others, not for him. During his youth he had always been terrified. Always trying to find his place but those days were over. The elemental canine steps onto the shifting sands with a goal in mind. A familiarizing visit of what these lands are worth and those whom live within them. His liquid like hide shifts and glows like the waves of an ocean, leaving behind wet pawsteps on the sand. As he travels he wonders if someone will find him first before he gets to their jungle. Perhaps.

Regardless he sees it with white orbs, the leafy green that tells of where the residences live. Pausing he slowly settles himself since he doesn't wish to go any further before he takes a shallow breath of the hot air. "Pittians, I see audience with your leader, Olalla. I have information to give as well as some talks that pertain to the shifting of the tides. I am the Typhoon's new Captain."