Frogspawn Swamp before it all becomes the same old song.

She waited quietly as the male's icy head emerged from the water for him to speak. Rivulets of silver ran down his maw as he offered her a roughish look. Her own smile quickly mirrored his - albeit being more along the lines of feminine alabaster.

Feyre allowed a paw to slide absently across the ground before her. It seemed that he was unfamiliar with the area, she frowned lightly. "I'm sorry, no. I've mainly been towards the inland border of the Wilds." She wished that he was from here. A little knowledge about the place she was living in temporarily would help. She knew the answer, but it was polite to ask. "Do you?" she looked down, heat warming her face, "I mean - come from around here?" Her inquisitive face reappeared, a small smile gracing her lips.