Frogspawn Swamp before it all becomes the same old song.

Tru lowered his muzzle into the water so the line of the water's surface traced the split of his lips. It was an odd feeling that intrigued him, so he remained like that until he was distracted by the sound of another's approach. Lifting his head, he turned to peer at the stranger with droplets of water dripping from his chin. She seemed a shy thing, with a frame he did not in the least mind looking at. There was a scent about her that spoke of company she had perhaps recently left, but he disregarded that as he so very often did and offered her his most charming of smiles.

"Err hello to you," the DeMonte quipped, his tail wagging and creating ripples across the surface of the stream, "Do you happen to be from around these parts?" His head tilted slightly as he asked the question. He was completely unfamiliar with his surroundings in spite of having been in the Wilds briefly before, and it never under any circumstance hurt to get some direction from a pretty girl.