It was an ordinary day. Every day was an ordinary day when he had already seen over a thousand days in his miserable existence. Was he being too pessimistic? Maybe it was the weather; looming storm clouds and what not blanketing the atmosphere. Stale air carrying warnings of rain didn't distract from his basking in the little sunshine he could find, frigid apparition numb to the rays of warmth. Sprawled on his back and glowering up at the colorless sky through sprouting leaves, the boy would have preferred to remain lost in his sunbathing thoughts, limp paws tucked against his matted chest.

    Shuffling paw pads across overgrown pathways disturbed his trance enough for him to tilt his head to the side, blurred vision blinking at the samoyed while not entirely registering it's presence. He was on the outskirts of their rotting town, and figured the only footsteps around would be members wandering in and out of camp, and hidden wildlife among the trees. After a moment of nearsighted confusion, Beck twisted his upper half around, head reared at an awkward angle as he struggled to flip himself over. Shaking thistles from his darkfurred pelt, the mangy feline was effectively speechless, unable to string words together and instead glancing off to the side. He scrambled to his feet from a knot of scrawny limbs, wheezing out a jumble mess of syllables translating loosely into "Wait, what, huh -- who are ya -- whattaya doin' here?" Interrupting himself to hack out choppy breaths from waterlogged lungs, the poltergeist attempted to look like the dignified leader he made himself out to be, wobbling on muddied tiptoes to straighten his slouch. Lantern-like eyes scanned over the canine in the typical paranoid manner, lingering far too long on what he perceived as frozen accessories before inclining his head to the right with a furrowed brow.

    Maybe he should have planned ahead and prepared more for when feral creatures waltzed into their camp, with mutated freaks out there trampling around. The canine's growling was enough reason for him to fluff out his grimy flanks and recoil. Dulled eyes widened as the ice anklets abruptly melted as if an unknown deity touched them with a single boiling finger. When water began to float and circle around him like awaiting predators, the boy was paralyzed. His clueless expression dropped as if he had ironically just been slapped by another ghost. Run away, run away, run away and hide. The faintest wisps of punctured breaths slipped from his trembling maw as his knees locked in place and rooted him to the ground.

    A savior, and not to mention a complete stranger to him, distracted the snaking water, and Beck remained twitching uncertainly as the two exchanged words. Or at least one of them did. His curiosity reared its ever-restless head, temporarily driving away his fear as he managed enough focus to croak out, "Can't ya talk?" Despite his regained concern, the poltergeist maintained a noticeable distance from the samoyed, disfigured snout wrinkling as he hastily scooted backwards. His ears perked at the odd sound they were able to produce at the unknown girl's prompting -- he should ask her name, huh? -- yet it left him even more bewildered than before. He'd take that as a definite maybe. "'Oo-etch?' The hell's an oo-ick? That'cha name?" He straightened as pointless questions hung in the air. Clearly, he wasn't going to get anything from this guy. No name, no origin, no demand for shelter, no nothing. Clicking his half-exposed teeth togehter in dead-end thought, he glanced towards Circe, rasping, "So, uh, they lookin' for a place to settle or somethin'?" Usually creatures expressed if they wanted to lurk around in the swamplands with them, but Beck was clueless. Auburn gaze flitting back towards the unknown dog, he did his best to feign a welcoming grin. "I guess ya can stay here, whoever ya are. Not like we don't have any room to spare. God, ya can't understand me, can ya?" A defeated sigh rattled in his chest, and the mangy feline was tempted to give up on the mute basketcase and return to his sunbathing.