Fishblight Mire suck it up

@Echelon

Echelon was still sulking and brooding. Tonravik was free of the den, but that hadn't seemed to have had much of an effect on their fellow Tartok. The queen of sass was severely lacking in that department lately. It was uncharacteristic of her and something a little unsightly. He counted on her to break the ever so serious mood that often settled around the residents of the Spire. Her little bit of crazy was something he looked forward to. They were going to get it back.

He'd dragged her away from the Spire for a little away time. With his own version of wanderlust, he knew that being cooped up in one place for too long was something of a nightmare on his own mood. Be it a projection of his own thoughts or the remedy for her, he made it very clear that she was along for the ride despite whatever she may think. It was an afternoon trip. They'd be back around nightfall and she could deal. He was.

With the pups in the care of @Tonravik and @Aariak, Iqniq and Echelon descended their Spire and crossed into the neighboring lands. East this time. Where the flat of the valley pooled with water in all forms. This particular area they ventured in was undisturbed and the acrid stench of swamp muck was terrible upon the nose. It was perfect. They could explore this muddy hell until they'd covered every moss covered log in the area.