Frogspawn Swamp Islands under eyelids

Day chuckled heartily at the expression of displeasure that'd graced the red shewolf's face. Clearly, this area had made an impression on her, and she did not seem to be impressed.

"There weren't as many frogs when we were here before," he told her, giving a little hop and pinning a fat toad under his paws in the process. It was partly skill but mostly luck, as the entire place was crawling with frogs, toads, and other slithery, slimey things. Much different from the desolate wasteland that he and the little shewolf had met in. He knew which version of the swamp he prefered. "Pity," he sighed, though the bitterness he'd exprected to feel was absent from his tone.

A sly grin splitting his face, he nipped down and snatched the still-squirming toad from under his paws, tossing it quickly - and gently - in Anita's direction. If his aim was true, it would hit her square on the nose.