Frogspawn Swamp before it all becomes the same old song.

Tru sighed with pleasure as the cool water rushed through his pale fur. His day had been spent travelling and, as such, it had been woefully uneventful save for the few minutes he'd spent chasing a rabbit just for fun. Even that had been dull, truth be told, but it did break up the monotony of the day. By the time evening had fallen and he'd reached the northern edge of the bog, the pale wolf had decided he was very much deserving of a nice, luxurious bath.

The Demonte sloshed deeper into the water, ducking his nose under then whipping his head back to shake the excess droplets from his face. He grinned to himself as the water reached higher and higher towards his spine, soothing the muscles that ached beneath his alabaster fur. Once he reached what he determined to be a suitable depth, Tru stopped to simply enjoy the water, his eyes lazily trailing along the banks of the creek, watching the grasshoppers leap through the reeds.