Witch's Marsh mayday, mayday, mayday

While Coelho grunted and protested Pyro was having the time of his life. Even the hunger and the exhaustion from days of travel were forgotten as soon as he got to stick his heavy paws in the mud and force his way through the thick waters. It was fun, and he was a fun-loving guy so basically he had everything he needed.

The place was obviously nothing like what they were looking for to report back to Rannoch so Pyro supposed their time there would be short, but man was he making the most of his time. He sniffed at the stink here and there, jumped back and forth bringing one stick and then another stone to @Coelho but at some point he realized that swamps weren't the equivalent to parties for everyone.

Something wrong, ello? he asked trotting through the mud to her and sending ripples and splashes her way. She didn't seem the least bit thrilled about their adventure.