Frogspawn Swamp Set out on the search

Songs of amphibians echoed in his ears as the monster walked through the swamp lands. He had found a deer trail along the water's edge to make travel easier, covered in grass it wasn't the easiest to find until one was on the path and it opened up quite nicely. He wandered the lands aimlessly, without a pack or followers, he had no job or duties to fulfill. Instead, he simply filled his belly with starving travelers that crossed his path and enjoyed the stress free life of a loner. 

His belly swayed with every step he took, well fed and strong, he contrasted the many wolves who roamed these barren lands. The perks of having no morals and able to eat whatever was easy to catch. His muzzle was still stained with the blood of the previous traveler, the man never bothering to bathe himself, the blood just adding to his acrid odor. 

Movement caught his eye, and it wasn't that of a frog leaping out of the way of getting crushed. It was bigger. Sliding his head through the tall grasses, he spotted the female who had freshly caught a frog and devoured it on the spot. Easing his way into view, he gazed at her with half lided eyes and spoke smoothly. A wolf consuming a frog is piteous. His barritones echoed as he rolled himself into a seated position.