Shamus
Satisfied to have cleared that point of contention, Shamus mirrored Schemeko's movements as he turned to head to dryer ground. "Well, while your resume has been rather impressive matey, I'm afraid your work environment leaves much to be wanted. I'll leave the swamp to you Hemlock's" the Saffron responded, declining whatever the mischievous offer was. While it would be interesting to say the least to stay and observe Schemeko, Shamus simply couldn't stay in this infernal swamp any longer. Going from his native wheat fields to this horrid marsh was as much of a culture shock as a Ausi trying to find a home in the Vulcan volcanoes.
Perhaps another life, as another wolf, he could have had fun causing trouble with Schemeko. But petty pranks were below him, and he had planned far too long for this coup for a spur of the moment change."Though if you ever manage to find the Saffron Fields, matey, look me up. I may try return your gracious hospitality!" Shamus called over his shoulder to his new acquaintance, turning to walk away to his own aspirations.