Broken Antler Fen Any Plans?

gonna use this thread for val's naturalist trade :D

Valtyr was a dutiful subject. His days were filled with patrols, taking care to revive the border marks with his own special flavor of lemonade. There hadn't been much action at their doorstep, however, and so his attention turned to exploration. There was still much of the Fen he didn't understand. It was an unusual, but beautiful, patch of land and particularly moist. Streams flowed into broad lakes that seeped into the soft forest loam. Tall, reedy plants disguised bogs as a peaceful dales... which was the exact trap Valtyr had fallen into.

What looked like solid ground had turned out to be a watery bog. Drenched and muddy (and looking much like a scrawny drowned rat) Valtyr waddled uncomfortably across the territory on the mission to find clean water. Mud was aaalllllll up where it wasn't supposed to be, and at the most inopportune moment the Sveijarn stumbled upon a reposed Ambrosia who was grooming her spotless pelt. Frozen like an ambling Sasquatch, Valtyr could only unintelligently mumble, "uuuuhhhhhhh," awkwardly as his eyes darted around for the best possible escape route.