"Is it lost to be roaming?" Malachi considers the question that was offered. He supposed roaming didn't exactly make one lost-- if they knew to where they were going. "If you know where you're roaming too, I guess not." his shoulders went up and then down is a small shrug.
Malachi didn't often peel his own feathered wings out, but this fog was so dense that the male let his inky purple wings out. He flapped them softly shewing the fog away from the pair of wolves, making it to where he could get a gimpse of the tiger striped woman. Her red brown coat was beautiful abd wild. Malachi could almost bet she was if apperance meant anything.
He notices the unease on the unnamed ones face. So, he speaks up, I am Malachi Leviathan... And no, I don't think ive been here long. No longer than two hours maybe..i fell asleep." of course he wouldn't admit to it being a mistake. What about you? Sounded like you just flew in!" He flaps his wings again to keep the fog at bay.
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[Ooc]: rolling to see if for becomes less dense
SUCCESS = fog is thinner
FAIL = fog stays the same
"speech."