The wolf himself grumbled a bit as he made his way towards where he believed the exit to this area was, tapping the side of his leg as he moved in an odd rhythm. For once, he was actually glad to be heading home, despite the lack of sanity in most of his fellow residents. As he moved he suddenly became aware of an odd mixed scent, as if two creatures had been torn to shreds, and someone had used the pieces to create an altogether new thing, though what that thing was he had little idea, and no inclination to find out, so he started to walk around it, moving between the trees and towards the sight of the sun high overhead. Once, he got a tingling sensation in the back of his mind, and he thought someone was trying to latch onto him and establish some kind of mental link, but he shook off the feeling and dropped to all fours, running as fast as he could towards the outer edges of the swamp, where he would be able to simplybe able to jump back home, and out of this strange place.