"Such interesting species in this place," commented the wolf as he scooped up another bud and placed it inside his pack, the red of the flower bright against the dull red of his fur. The pack, something that had a strap draped across his body but hug on his hip, was full of such flowers and planets, and even a bone or claw he'd found here in this place, which was somewhat distant from his usual hunting grounds, but then, that was why he had come here.<br/><br/>This place, a swamp to most others, was actually quite pleasant to him, at least once he let his fur go lip, which made him look positively fluffy to anyone watching. He'd been in this place for almost an hour, hopping from tree to tree gathering specimens and samples to take back home for study, including a few herbs he thought might have medicinal uses, or at the very least, uses as spices for his meals, which had been growing bland of late.<br/><br/>Hopping onto the end of the branch on which he'd found the latest of his samples he used it almost like a diving board, and sprung lightly to the next tree, his paw like hands digging into the bark with his claws and looping him around so that he stayed out of the muck and mire below, which, as he'd already seen when some poor human had been trudging through it, was full of predators of the aquatic persuasion, though he could smell others too, which were much more used to dry land.