the desert plains were nothing but home to the fox. growing up in nevada with heat capable of turning an innocent man insane, benny had learned to develop and adapt strategies to survive it. he kept a watchful eye on water supplies. with the jungle returned to them, they had more storage of it. it was only accessible after fighting through the wastes for days, and benny was comfortable with their grueling habitat to weed out the weak.

some times it claimed unlucky ones; were bound to do great things with their life. the dice rolled the wrong way and they ended up buzzard food. it took the harsh and cruel to survive out here, and that's mostly what wanderers would find.

hearing ik'sael call into the carrying winds, benny was bound to show up at some point. the marauder lifted his chin, looking the canine. "care t'give a name, cutie pie?" benny offered with a slight smirk.

"'m benny, a marauder here. means I'm in charge'a keepin' everyone in place while our big guy stryker is busy. said you're lookin' t'join, yeah? think ya got it in ya?"