The Tangle It takes two to tangle

His nose crinkled slightly, thinking about the self-proclaimed non-ghost joining him on his journey. She didn't even know what a swamp was. Which, in a way, was an insult to him. But maybe she could be useful for a little while. An extra set of eyes and paws meant less work for him.

It's where the plants still grow but the water remains. Think of a lake shrouded in trees, mosses, shrubbery. He was getting excited just thinking about it. There was a swamp back home but he couldn't go back there. Bunyip needed to find his own stomping grounds. He craved a place of his own where the earthy stench was strong and the muddied water caked his fur.

Why do you wish to find it with me if you know nothing of it? He asked with a more gentle curiosity, his features softer than they had been most of this meeting.