Frogspawn Swamp Islands under eyelids

Scouting trip with @Grayday

The noise. The god damn, loud noise. Everywhere she looked, there were frogs, singing their hearts out. She wished suddenly she could swap these frogs for birds, or maybe a creature that would shut up. She screwed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the noise and think, just for a second, if she had gotten completely lost. No, she could faintly remember Grayday's description. Did he say something about a swamp? If so, Anita couldn't have gotten too off track.

She opened her eyes again, as if closing them had blocked off all the noise. The bog stretched for what seemed to be forever, and she could already feel the mud squelching between her toes. With each step she took, tadpoles rushed away by the dozen to avoid being trampled. She sighed, deciding that navigating through the swamp would not only be difficult, but also very unpleasant. 

Anita stood, ankle-deep in mud as she waited for Grayday to catch up. Maybe he would know a bit more about it than she.