Felltree Marsh Could it be?

He was never too far from his ghost friend. Perhaps he strayed here and there but always within barking distance. Granted he had missed her question but the rustle of another voice conjured the short, chubby male. His ears alert as he eyed the stranger. He looked like some forest dweller with all those brown shades. Or perhaps he was apart of the murky swamp dwellers too. Not a typical monster.

And what do you mean? A rust-tinted brow raising with sharpness. From what he knew (or heard), Amabilia hadn't said anything. Which left the question from the stranger seeming out of place and unprompted. Needless to say, Bunyip was a little protective of his ghost friend. They still had business to attend to after all.