Silvertip Mountain compass, point me anywhere

Day licked his lips, closing his eyes as he tried to picture the scene. Dusk, it was, and the air was cool and damp... the fetid smell of black mud had filled the land, and the low croaks of frogs had been all around them.

"A swamp," he said after a moment. "There's a swamp out there - with lots of frogs. I left... well, I found it before I came here. During the famine."

For some reason, he wanted to keep the little shewolf to himself. Guilt, maybe? He didn't know, but he was sure there would be plenty of time to figure things out. Maybe he'd tell her about his lost friend. Maybe they'd even find her. They wouldn't know until we left.

"I'm ready to leave whenever you are," he said with a grin. "I await your command, Captain."