Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

A crooked smile spears across his muzzle as she snorts and then stammers over her words. He hadn’t meant to be flirtational with his words but he’d gotten a genuine response that makes their encounter a little easier. He shakes out his fur before he tries to bound forward again, but this time away from Jhala and the muddy ground. “I just want solid ground,” he says over his shoulder and playfully bounces away until he’s mostly through the wet ground and somewhere where he can set his paws and not collect more mud.