Witch's Marsh at the center for holy wars

After his trip to Bearclaw Valley, Viggo went north and a smidge to the west. He intended to explore the surrounding areas then return back to Lost Creek Hollow and report to his brother... uncle... thing. He really needed to decide on a better term for Mordecai. Or just refer to him as his "distant relative." But they were far from distant. They lived in the same pack, dangit! Shaking his head, Viggo trudged onward through the marsh. Sooner or later, he would start making his way east, but for now he was content to explore the boggy waters.

Movement caught his eye, and he spotted a white coat up ahead. Viggo had been much more outgoing in his youth, though since Ptarmigan's death, things had not been the same. Still, he headed toward the stranger, knowing that it was better to approach her now rather than a) be snuck up on or b) sneak up on her. "Enjoying the mud?" he asked, once he was close enough to do so.

She was a pretty thing. Younger than himself, he guessed, and certainly not hard on the eyes. Maybe the best way to get over Ptarmigan was to do what he had always done before she had even come into his life. Charming girls and getting them to canoodle with him had once been a frequent pastime of his.