Frogspawn Swamp Islands under eyelids

Her ears pressed forward at the sound of his challenging call, ready to give in to a chase. However, she didn't need to move much, seeing how the male had fallen flat on his face. The girl ventured towards him, carrying herself with a few confindent strides as if to mock his mud-covered, tangled form.

"Look what I've done? I'd say my work is admirable," she grinned, bending down to nip at the swamp grass. She managed to work her way through the worst of it, jumping back instictively as a blob of mud was thrown in her direction. "Not funny," she muttered, though her humorous tone conveyed otherwise.