Broken Antler Fen the bizniz

Fellway had never seen a fen before. The land looked like landscape version of stretch marks above a fat-bottomed lady's rear - each scar was filled with water of varying depths. Trees were scarce, but tall grass grew around the rim of each dark pool. The white wolf did not stop to drink - not even Fellway was stupid enough to drink water that did not move. Not after last time (and the seventeen times before that - he was a slow learner).

The sky was dark and starless, but fireflies beaded the reeds, flashing soft, yellow-green messages to each other. Fellway took it upon himself to add spice to the summit of winged LEDs, flouncing after his own snapping jaws as they cut a path through the luminescent gathering - fully aware that he might fall into a dark pool of water, and half-hoping he might.