Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

He takes several steps on the hard ground. It’s only slightly damp but he soon finds grass he can shake his paws against the rid himself free of the trap. When he turns around to see her doing the same, he realizes his smile is still plastered on his features. Coq wrinkles his nose a little as she asks a few questions. “Just passing through,” he comments. He’s traveled quite the ways from his starting point and he knows when he gets as far as he’s going, he’ll have no need to go back. “I’m from further north, several weeks travel. Our home wasn’t safe anymore,” he adds with a shrug.