Frogspawn Swamp Islands under eyelids

Day's tail wagged fractionally in response to her quip - he was too busy trying to get the mud out of his eyes. It wasn't much help to scrub at it with his paw, as all four of them were also rather muddy.

Giving it up as a bad job, he gave himself a brisk shake - careful not to send anything far enough to disturb Anita's delicate sensebilities - and waded into the murky water to work the worst of it off of his face. He came out looking far worse than before, but at least he could see again.

"I stink," he said bluntly, pulling a face. "You're right about this place - let's find somewhere with less frogs and mud. Maybe a bit of clear water, too. I think I need a bath."