The Floodlands we go where we want to

It had been a while since he travelled past the shore, but his legs itched again, and he trotted along the waters, then dropped south. A mountain range grew in front of him, tall and imposing, rivalling the mountains to the north. The land behind it was, without a better word, wet. Rivers and lakes abounded, and from the excess water came floodlands, marshes, and wetlands. Hush snorted in disgust at the sucking mud, his light feet drawing him onto the somewhat harder land. As he did so, a loud splash and cry caught his attention. The mute blinked, eyes wide in confusion, slowly, trepidly, walking towards the sound, skirting the muck as best he could until he saw the eyes and ears of some creature in the water. He barked, confused as all hell, wondering what kind of water-wolf he was seeing.