Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

@Jhala

The brute had taken a few lax days after his spar with Hydra, moving on until he passed another set of mountains. He is certain they are the ones the girl mentioned to him but he kept going well into the hinterlands before he decided the life is no longer meant for him. He misses the wolves he called family and the pack he'd been in since birth -- nothing he is ever going to get back -- and he can only try to mimic the things he's lost. When he finds a river leading further south, away from the coast, he follows it until he comes to a marsh that surprises him.

Most of the water is clear and he does not hesitate a drink when he needs it. He straightens his shoulders when he picks his wet muzzle out and shakes out his paws to free them from mud. The leathery portion of his nose twitches for scents nearby but the weight in his chest keeps him moving forward.