Cricket Creek Bog Clicky Crickets

The bogs smell made Tokala's nose wrinkle in disgust. She could handle some smells, a few unsatisfactory. This smell, she did not like. It was worse than a rotting body. And the crickets, all the clicking in the dark night. Plus, her paws were wet from the wet ground, and a couple of times she had slipped. She grumbled to herself, wondering why she had even chosen to cross through this bog.