Cricket Creek Bog funkytown

Coq frowns as she continues along though it seems there are some spaces missing between his information. He opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out and he quickly snaps it shut, considering the question and realizing he’ll have to be more direction. The mud on his ankles have begun to harden and stick to his fur and he wrinkles his nose, brushing off the sudden distraction in a way to bid a little time. “Maybe, I don’t really know what’s around here though.”