Fishblight Mire suck it up

She seemed a bit confused, disappointment, and a touch bewildered. The combination of expressions left him curious as to her thoughts but he said nothing on them. Yup. This was the place. Where the tall swamp trees were riddled with moss, the smell was rancid, and the waters looked infested. This was it. This was the place.

Iqniq walked forward and hopped down from the log to stand along side of her. They looked out over the water to the buzzing of dragonflies that had not yet found the weather too cool for them to survive. A dozen other pesky insects filled the scene right along with this shadowed kind of eeriness that was brightened only by his special version of optimism and, in this case, ridiculousness.

"Yup. Alligators," he repeated just in case she hadn't heard him right. "Giant swamp lizards with sharp, chomping teeth." The very thing Nanuk's natural name was for. Kroc. Crocodile. Aligator? Close enough. They were going to find one and wrestle it. Of that he was sure. Now it was just a matter of finding one.

To do that, someone would have to get wet.

His gaze slid down towards Echelon. Yup. She'd do the trick. He turned, placing the back of his neck beneath her tail and against her rump as he made every effort to shove her into the bog. "Get in there and lure one out for us. I hear they love coy-wolf."