Frogspawn Swamp Islands under eyelids

Anita instictively held her breath as Gray bluntly stated that he stunk. In reality, it probably wasn't that bad, giving her an excuse to exhale -- though she did so cautiously, preparing for the worst. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad, seeing that his scent now blended in with the rest of the swamp. 

Anita herself had accumulated quite a bit of mud, making Day's suggestion of a bath seem all the more pleasing. "That sounds great. Well, the getting out of here part and the bath," she grinned, lifting a muck-covered paw up from the ground before dropping it back down to the swampy grime.

"If you have a certain place in mind, I'll follow you," she added, curious to see where he would go.